Inside my wooden box I keep the whole universe.

I keep the stars, the moon, the planets, and a pair of gloves I used to wear when I was seven.

I still remember how they kept my hands warm on those cold, cold mornings in the South of the World.

The mornings when I thought my soul would freeze,

And I´d be walking to school with a chilly wind blowing against my face.

But I had a pair of striped woolen gloves to keep me going.

I did.

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