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Wonder

I wonder what might become of me,

as I wander in the woods, naked and free.

Will I become what I always was?

A whisper in the wind of the land that was lost?

I walk the path, my feet are blue,

still I feel it´s the right thing to do.

´Cause I am the winter, I am the sun,

I am the flowers you keep in your home.

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