Away I Grow
In my hand I take a scroll
but not yet have I met my goal.
To college I go away from home
But not yet am I all grown
In my hand I take a scroll.
All on my own I met my goal.
Now it's time for a home for me.
All on my own you will see.
I've made a woman out of me.
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