Ronan

This is heavier than a single, like a letter that can't be sent: to a boy gone at four. If you're a parent, just "no time to grow up" breaks you. Taylor lays a mother's everyday fragments — toys, sweater, unsaid words — bare, no polish.

Its precious part: all proceeds went to cancer charities, the song itself a kind of guard. You'll be wordless; some losses words can't hold.

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