Do all things live again,
Once a thing is gone can it return?
I think to make him happy
To make his half heart whole
I need to help him find true love
Where ever she hath roamed.
My mind wanders off and back
Leaving me behind
Will my haircut hurt, mommy?
Daddy always says things won't
I fell asleep here and never finished it, but I am so happy for sleep.
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