I often wish I could fly
every time she begins to cry
I'd take her to a magic place
that crafts a smile upon her face
A land where birds fill up the air
and flowers blossom everywhere
There we'd lie beneath a tree,
upon a hill, beside the sea
A gentle breeze would kiss our skin
as if a reminder to begin.....
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