You and I will change the world,
like the colors of maple leaves.
You swinging from scarlet branches,
me guiding the tire safely from the tree.
You and I will change the world,
like directions of the wind.
You chasing the clouds with your kite,
me anticipating storms behind the sunset.
You and I will change the world,
like our snow-wet clothes.
You warming your hands over the fire,
me pouring our whistling hot chocolate.
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