And when these winter days
are over
I mean to set myself upon
my feet
I see me as something that
I have never been
And I'll pick up the pieces
that will make the girl complete
I'll be smiling all the time
at everybody
My friends will tell me I'm
just not the same
I won't linger over any tragedies
that were
And I won't be singing any
more sad refrains
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