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Feb 2015
We could be happy
Living, like we did.
You could be cherished
For all, you give.
I could be at peace,
Being, your Queen.
You're the most real
Magic, I've seen.
We could be happy,
But not, like this.
The only thing real now,
Isβ€”this wish.
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   Phoebe Myers
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