This little lass has a dream
Long time wish to be fulfilled
Not a single moment she
Loses her hope, for hope
Springs eternal
The color, the scent, the manner
Yet there is no one
Not single profile has ever done
It will remain a wish
Till the day reckons
This girl will hang up to that
Very soon she'll have it
Send her a flower instead
Would you?
November 26,2008
5: 17 in the morning
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