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Wish
Once I wished upon a star,
what a meaningless thing to do.
Once I wished inside my dream,
that I could be with you.
Once I wished upon some hay,
only my wishes don't come true.
I feel as though there is a place,
where I am meant to be,
and when I find that place in life,
there will be you for me.
© December 9, 1988
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