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I found a box of little things
A broken watch, a silver ring
The map we drew to hidden places
With all our young and smiling faces
The corners torn, the edges worn
I trace the lines where hope was born
But every scrap refuses to stay
Like autumn leaves that blow away
Old letters in a shoebox tied
A ribbon worn with love and pride
I feel a joy I can't define
The cracks are part of my design
Old letters in a shoebox tied
A ribbon worn with love and pride
They make me smile, they make me sing
Each little piece is everything
The corners torn, the edges worn
I trace the lines where hope was born
But every scrap refuses to stay
Like autumn leaves that blow away
Old letters in a shoebox tied
A ribbon worn with love and pride
I feel a joy I can't define
The cracks are part of my design
Old letters in a shoebox tied
A ribbon worn with love and pride
They make me smile, they make me sing
Each little piece is everything