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todo los dias
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2016-07-21
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waiting under a forever blue sky
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among trees of green and yellow
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I would say "wish you were here"
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but there are no postcards for sale
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a silver wire to soon be on my finger
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a hasty proposal before a flag is taken down
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"are you mine?" the ancient question begs
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"or is this all a joke?"
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only purple is a unit here
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not pink, which has dissolved into the blue
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due to a lack of interest
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and my shorts are gray
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but they don’t have to be shorts
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they can just be gray
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say hello to your new lover for me
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for I'm sure that you’ve already found someone
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and the lonely bleeding blue boy will continue wandering
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across these well-worn paths
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the wedding tonight has been cancelled
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one of the brides is going home sick
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you have twelve hours to make up your mind
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she loves me, she loves me not
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she loves me not
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and the petals fall to the floor
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I shouldn’t have wished for so much
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but the sham will continue
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for the benefit of the little girls
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still dreaming, still hoping, still planning
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don't crush their dreams
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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