A snatch of a tune

A snatch of a tune
A smiling face
A warm salty tear
Is all that remains
A time and a place
Lost for evermore
Now everything is smaller
Have I been here before
It seems like it was better then
I'm sure it was not
But I have forgotten already
Those whom I once knew so well
And those places I made my own
Are now someone else's, or gone.

Written after a visit to my old primary school.
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