To Wish-
is to Dream-
is to Love.
And to Love-
is to Remember-
is to Believe.
For every Dove
There is missed Love
When Love goes flying
There is much crying
On both ends of
Forgotten Love
How can it be
Too much to see
In this wicked world
Of emptiness
in the moonlight
in the starlight
lies someone far
a-way
and it is your turn
to have concern
and not be burned
in this
this timely tale
this tale of hope
this tale of love
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