Old ticket stubs, gum wrappers etched
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In ways to write your name
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Love letter scraps no strings attached
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Just odds and ends and things
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Wind blows through these photographs
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Our innocence, the aftermath
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Thanks to spring I changed my purse
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Came upon this ancient curse
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The ache and thirst to feel your touch
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I wonder if I'll love that much again
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Life's windows change, new faces flash
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Like cars these days go by
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Such little things unlease the past
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Like feelings locked inside
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Broken plastic dimestore ring
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Holds al the tears my heart contains
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Thanks to spring I clean these drawers
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Dump this stuff out on the floor
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I taste these tears, I breathe this dust
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I wonder if I'll ever love that much again
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Thanks to spring I wind these clocks
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Empty out these cardboard boxes
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Sweep across these closet shelves
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The memories replay themselves
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I open up my window wide
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And smell the sweet new grass outside
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Amazing grace, the seeds of trust
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I wonder if I'll ever love that much again
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Old ticket stubs, gum wrappers etched
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In ways to write your name
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Thanks To Spring
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Beth Nielsen Chapman |