Once I dreamt I was far away, in a land full of ice and cold,
My long blonde hair blew in the breeze; my years weren't all that old.
My boots were tired and longed for change; my heart was new and free,
I clung to your coat with all my hope and wished that you'd cling to me.
I tried to believe you'd forever stay, in my pocket safe from the wind,
That you'd always be by my side to sing and keep me under your wings.
I knew I'd fall when you trudged away, your footprints shadowed by snow,
I knew I'd be ruined when the time arrived for you to suddenly go.
Now I've grown and my eyes are fresh, I see through your eyes too,
Now I see why you had to do all the things you had to do.
I don't agree with the way you handled it: I don't like how you made me cry,
But I understand and forgive you now, and I can finally say,
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