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When will it be my turn? To feel carefree and happy When will it be my turn? To be charmed by my prince When will it be my turn? To exert my passion in color on canvas When will it be my turn? To be envied for my being When will it be my turn? To see it all fall down When will it be my turn? To fear to loathe To understand why life is a ***** When will it be my turn? To succeed, overcome, and feel alive And rid myself of the “when” And make it an “It Will” Because it will be my turn someday
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Jul 8, 2011
Jul 8, 2011 at 7:37 PM UTC
My Turn
When will it be my turn? To feel carefree and happy When will it be my turn? To be charmed by my prince When will it be my turn? To exert my passion in color on canvas When will it be my turn? To be envied for my being When will it be my turn? To see it all fall down When will it be my turn? To fear to loathe To understand why life is a ***** When will it be my turn? To succeed, overcome, and feel alive And rid myself of the “when” And make it an “It Will” Because it will be my turn someday
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Jul 8, 2011
Jul 8, 2011 at 7:37 PM UTC
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