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WHISPER OF A SONG BIRD

Not everything you want belongs to you
Sometimes they were not meant for you in any life
Some time dreams are not just dreams
Sometimes they are nothing more
Love is a whisper of a song bird
It passes if you don't hold it in your heart
Somethings are meant to last forever
Even so, sometimes they can only last so long
Who knows what tomorrow brings
Maybe I will wake up on the moon
And the dreams will have turned to something more
Maybe I will rise up on the sun and burn into day light
Maybe I will rise to be the sunlight
Who knows
Whatever you want could have always been yours 

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