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When all my summers

had been and gone

and experience of love and loss

had left me cold,

and indifferent,

I found your song.

Calling to me from a place I once knew

But had taught myself to forget

And sweeping in all memories

I thought were laid to rest.

when all my answers,

Had been spoken out loud

and experience of strenth and weakness

had left me old

and uninterested

I found your hand,

Pulling me to a place I'd never been

And had told myself would never exist

In builidng up new memories

In a place that I thought was dead...

...my heart..