Do what you need to shy child for you must now grow wild.
When winter comes, I'll be back and I'll find you.
Wait by the river, throw a prize to the ice.
Sew shirts without collars.
Scrub floors without carpets.
Scare crows from the brambles
and save a story for me
nailed to a post in your past.
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