I struck gold there,
thought I'd grow old there,
thought I had every
-thing I'd need.
I made plans there,
shook a few hands there,
started journey: both shoes
on my feet.
I got loved there,
mitten and gloved there,
my hands were destined
to be warm.
I fell hard there,
Glasses in shards there,
Now I just wait to
be reborn.
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