The older we get
The less child like wander we have
The older we get
The more we lose the child within
Goodnight
Sleep Sweet dreams Moon beams shine upon you The balcony of the moon is you bed tonight As your dreams take flight
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Have an idea Have a plan The wheels in your mind turning and churning Work with your idea Turn it into something fantastic
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