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I wish I were the Sparrow
flying straight and free
or a candle burning
for all the world to see
I wish to be the stylus of the gods
with the legends and tales
Heroes pitted against all odds
where love always prevails
I wish I were a painter
so I could capture the children
who will scamper and scarper
only to become wise old ones
who watch as the world grows darker
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