How should I walk along the old paths?
Yesterdays come crowding into my mind, and there are old people with memories far clearer than mine,
And I shall leave them all behind.
When I saw the trees again;
Senses that feel the wind and smell the grass connect with something.
They haven't changed;
going by, knowing there is no time,
Something calls out, "wait,
Remember me? You left me here with them,
Come back,
You left a part of you behind."
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