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there's a place i want to show you,
but it's so far and we can't possibly go there by foot
(planes are good for this)
plus, it's so cold and bitter now.
our limbs would freeze,
i’m convinced we would regret it later,
sighing as we are looking at our frostbitten fingers.

i hope you don't mind
that where i want to be rarely sees blue skies.
it's a place where the sun is a stranger,
but everyone smiles and it warms my neglectful heart.

i’m in your heart,
but i’ll live forever in this great city.