Wishes on Time
never true if crying
Mope weep moan tear
never will fruit they bear
Sands will fly
And time passes by
We wish & Dream
but fate ever mean
hanging us by a Thread
In our hearts, makes us Dread
Our heart's Desire
Once Bright as Sapphire
Feelings long Departed
ike being Uncharted
In the workings of Time
Not a line, nor a dot
on the map was ever plot
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