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and i wonder if it snows in norway

or at least you miss me

cause our legs are often broken

but you don't seem to mind anyway

these brief moments that we had

lack the luster of a token

and i've almost forgotten you exist

every time i repeat everyday

i bet that you're happy somewhere

despite everything that's happened

and i'd rather have you happy

than have you remember a pebble in the river

the sky has no limits or ways

and the soft breeze has spoken