The Wish I wish I were a fairy-tale Never to become aware As time went by The minutes fly What was the fortune that I sought maybe the eyes of a child The colours of the trees in autumn This was a long forgotten dream almost By the shade of an apple tree The dog stood smiling in his post His staring eyes were cheerful The child played sweetly, almost lost.

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