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She sees the days of summer,
But she sees the fallen leaves.
Winter will soon surround her,
Brought on the autumn breeze.

She hears the sound of laughter.
Watching the children play,
Hoping for new horizons.
Tomorrow's another day.

Whither the wind blows,
That’s where her heart goes,
Carrying dreams on and on.
After the dawning,
New hope every morning,
She whispers “soon I will be gone..."

Living her life with strangers,
A mother she's hardly known,
Searching for new tomorrows,
Somewhere that she calls home.

Whither the wind blows,
That's where her heart goes.
Carrying dreams on and on,

After the dawning,
New hope every morning, /
She whispers “soon I will be gone..."

No-one to hold, or hear when she cries,
No-one to wipe the tears from her eyes.
Standing upon the crossroads.
Too young to know the rules,
Norma awaits a future.
For heroes, saints and fools

Whither the wind blows
That's where her heart goes.
Carrying dreams on and on,
After the dawning.
New hope every morning.
She whispers "soon I will be gone..."

No-one to hold, or hear when she cries.
No-one to wipe the tears from her eyes.

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