Andrea Szyhowski (June 10,1991 / Missouri, US of A)
Hopes make the world look gold,
or that is what I've been told.
Hopes make the world go round,
to bad we're on the ground.
Hopes lead me to you, who lead me to hope,
but my life was on a high stope.
Hopes gave me one wish,
and down I look-ish.
Hopes hold no pain,
so there is no rain.
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