into the fields

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you're like the cold december snow
in the warm july sun

it's all over now before it has begun

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"When you're young, thunderstorms seem scary.
Like the sky is angry at you.
But now that I'm older, something about its roar soothes me;
it's comforting to know that
even nature needs to screem sometimes."