Wishes

I'm unable to whisk away wishes

From the bottom of coin-covered wells.

All those dreams that we've given up on,

All the cash underwater

Speakes for itself.

 

If the price of a dream was a penny,

My wallet would always be wet.

Just so you know the trick to wishing,

People only wish for things they

Think

They can't get.

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