.I'll have a day my way without wrong.
So she let's her hair down, and hums a familiar song.
Open-ended, this end up.
Twenty-five cents tells my sob story.
One of wiped eyes and of dragonfly dreams.
One where peace visits often.
Let the years be kind and sieve-like, for the love of .
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