One Day,
I'll be married in white
In a beautiful field.
Filled with snow.
One Day,
We'll both be dead.
But we'll be together
As long as we know.
One Day,
You may decide you love me.
You may decide to hold me,
But until that day,
I live in a despair
And in a hope.
That makes me wish
I had a mother
To share this all with......
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