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I walked past a house I knew

The one that held me when I had no one else to hold onto.

The one that kept me warm when I was cold and blue.

Memories rushed in without hesitation.

Oh, my sweet house...

Do you know how much I’ve missed you?

Guess that doesn’t matter anymore,

Because now you’re a home to someone new.

I bet she’s kinder,

And maybe she understands everything you’ve been through.

She’ll make you happy in ways I never could.

But she’ll never know you like I do.

I knew the old you and this newly painted version too.

She won’t see the pain, the cracks, the countless repairs.

She’ll only see the happier you.

How could you be a home for someone new?

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