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Ferelwing

Published: Aug 28, 2009

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If I had a wish, I'd bury it for the night
If I had a dream, I'd lose it for what's right
If I had a love, I'd turn it away
As there is never any time, for the things I long to say
I'll be lost along the way

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MendedRose23

Apr 4, 2013

I like your poems

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