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MY ONE WISH In meadows of emerald green where butterflies softly play I long to return once more to those childhood yesterdays.
Where the days seemed unending as through the grass we ran in the summer sun of long ago innocently holding hands.
I long to hear the whip-poor-will call sadly to it's mate to pick wild flowers along the river on a new born April day.
I wish once more to hear the rain as it beats on a roof of tin to dream the dreams of childhood oh to live those days again.
I'd like a chance to relive my very first childhood romance to feel that first kiss upon my lips and the night of my high school dance.
To go back in time would be my wish if to me only one was granted to feel the sun, the wind and rain of a childhood that was enchanted.
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