You always asked me what i wished for
And you gave me three wishes
As if you were the evening star
Or a brown leprechaun
Or a strange sort of genie
As if you had the power
To make them come true
And I always hid
My answers
In philosophical rigmarole
We wished on eyelashes
Yours and mine
Long, dark and curling
We wished and I never told
I wished you happy
No matter what
And I wished so dearly
That we would work out
I wished
I was wishing right
I wished I was beautiful
Or satisfied with my looks
And I asked for success
And for wishes to come true
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