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Within my hand I hold a piece,
A part of something, definitely not whole,
Someone out there holds the other.

Many times I have thought I had found them,
Only to discover the picture was wrong.

There are many pieces that fit,
Yet only one to make the picture complete.
So on I go to find the match.

At times I get tired and discouraged,
But my quest still pushes on,
Through pitts and falls,
Mountain peaks and lows.

Within my hand I hold the piece, just a part,
With my eyes I look for the other half of my hear