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Wishing Hour

Underneath a sycamore tree, on a warm summer’s night, as the stars above are gleaming, I sit.
With the clock about to strike, the only noise I can hear is the ticking of my watch.
It’s 11:11, a time for wishing, so I close my eyes.
Sweetly and softly I make a wish, a wish I hope will come true;
Sweetly and softly I make a wish, I make a wish for you.

Sitting on the porch, in the darkness of the night,
I watch the shadow of the grass sway,
and listen to the leaves fluttering through the air.
Looking up at the October night sky, I wait for my time to wish..

Lying by the warmth of the fire, on a snowy winters night, with hot cocoa in my hands,
I look to the grandfather clock, to find that it is time.
It’s 11:11, a time for wishing, so I close my eyes.
Sweetly and softly I make a wish, a wish I hope will come true.

Nestling my pillow, the breeze whispers to me through my open window,
the spring night slowly dies down.
I look to the time- it’s the time I wait for always,
and as I close my eyes, I wish for you.

Underneath a sycamore tree, on a warm summers night, as the stars above are gleaming, I sit by you.
Sweetly and softly I made a wish, a wish that did come true;
slowly and shortly I have come to realize,
I’m falling in love with you.





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