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Feeling like a patchwork doll,
Sewn from the people that I used to know,
And you can see the holes they left,
In the buttons of my eyes where I watched them go

So many friends I’ve had,
But how many of them did I really know,
They turned from brick to sand,
And fell through my hands like melting snow,

I think of all the things we did –
Places we went, lives we lived;
People we met, goodbyes we bid,
As I watched them leave by a burning bridge,

Lord knows that the seasons change,
We’ve all seen those leaves in May,
We’ve all seen the backs
Of the people that we had when we have to watch them walk away.