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Take a breathe and make a wish Something you would surely miss A little girl in a white frock Dreaming and watching the clock A winged horse high in flight An angel in glorious light A mermaid splashing by Wings that could make her fly Take a breathe and make a wish Between your toes the mud goes squish A teenager in a gray dress To her lips a flower pressed Friends to make it all right The ability to have the gift of sight Wishing that her books were real Knowing people who would steal Take a breathe and make a wish Ignorance is truly bliss A women in a darker gown On her lips there is a frown Money to pay off her debt The world is just one big threat A man who will treat her right A kiss on a new years’ night Take a step back and remember the way Things were in previous days So happy and bright So full of light Whatever happened to the wishes? They disappear because we are suspicious We don’t believe that they are real The older we are, the less we feel.
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Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 11:18 AM UTC
Wishing
Take a breathe and make a wish Something you would surely miss A little girl in a white frock Dreaming and watching the clock A winged horse high in flight An angel in glorious light A mermaid splashing by Wings that could make her fly Take a breathe and make a wish Between your toes the mud goes squish A teenager in a gray dress To her lips a flower pressed Friends to make it all right The ability to have the gift of sight Wishing that her books were real Knowing people who would steal Take a breathe and make a wish Ignorance is truly bliss A women in a darker gown On her lips there is a frown Money to pay off her debt The world is just one big threat A man who will treat her right A kiss on a new years’ night Take a step back and remember the way Things were in previous days So happy and bright So full of light Whatever happened to the wishes? They disappear because we are suspicious We don’t believe that they are real The older we are, the less we feel.
And the more taxes we pay
miranda-leigh
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Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 11:18 AM UTC
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