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There Used To Be A Time
There used to be a time
 When the clock would peacefully chime
 At my old and peaceful home
 
 But as you know
 The time would come
 And I would have to leave my home
 I had to move
 My whole body
 But somehow left my heart behind
 
 I left my peace
 Left my love
 And my memories at the home
 We packed the boxes
 Packed the toys
 Packed the clothes
 The shoes and socks
 But somehow, we forgot to pack my heart
 
 Anyhow, we had to move on
 And I was left
 With my shattered memories
 And tattered heart
 I had nothing left
 Nothing much
 Nothing for me to think and love
 
 We had to move on
 I was timid
 Of this place
 Much was known
 Yet too
 Much was unknown
 
 I could not move
 Could not speak
 Could not understand
 How my life
 Had become so changed
 
 The truck moved on
 Heading farther down
 The unknown path
 Of my mysterious life
 
 I realized
 I had not known
 Had not learned
 The truth about life
 The truth about love
 
 At this place
 I had to start all over
 Rebuild family friends
 And most of all rebuild memories
 Friends and family
 May be easy
 Takes less time
 Than
 Building my mermories
 
 After a year
 All was fine
 All built up
 With my memories and
 Friends and Family
 
 Sometimes I still
 Think about
 The good times back home
 I think about
 Why I forgot my memories
 Forgot my heart
 
 It is
 Probably still roaming
 And gathering dust
 At old my home
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