Run through the meadow
Past the old widows' home
Run back to your farm
Don't look so alarmed
Climb the ladder in the loft
Lay your head on hay that's soft
Stare out the window in deep thought
The whole world wasn't what you were taught
It's so much different
In so many ways
Your fear goes by
As fast as the days pass
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