Dashing through the snow

 

Dashing through the snow,

I wish You would let Me go.

When did You stoop so low, 

You're meant to be My Uncle.

My family, but You prefer My tears, 

Even after all these years.

I guess I'll never confront My fears,

You really only left Me filled with tears.

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