These fields are not my home
This place is not where I fell in love
There is no spruce, no birch not even a pinecone
There is no changing leaves, no falling snow

But I stay in this darkened space
Because I'm trying to forget her name
I leave every bed, never stay in the same place
Maybe soon I can go back from where I came

I still smell the smoke hanging on her jacket
Feel the snapping of undergrowth beneath our shoes
We kiss under the old pine tree
We found the love we would be bound to lose

And sitting here I think of my home, the one I lost
I feel the weight of this pen
And I remember her name
Feel the love lost in ever line
And realize I'd do it all again

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