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Imagine

I will, because I can.
I have been told Ican't,
but those comments were erased from my memory.
All I remember now is
my dreams. My hopes.
My wishes, those I made
on a shooting star
before someone told me it was an airplane.
Sometimes lies are better than the truth.



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