Pieces of me all over the place
People I've known, places I've been
A memory shared, a familiar fragment
A park bench, a road sign
That special look of an eye
If this is home, I dont see any fence
I see no frontyard, no wooden gate
Nor windows, nor walls
To keep out the wind that
carries pieces of me
All over the place
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