Star light, star so bright
How come my wishes never come true?
I was young when I wished
for snow in the summer.
I was innocent when I asked
for a trip to the moon.
I was dumb when I hoped
for you and I to be true.
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What We Are
PoetryFiguring out who you are to me and who I am to you shouldn't be that hard. --- What We Are: A Poetry Collection
