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My Wish

Oh how I wish
There was a stairway to heaven
So that Nana could come visit
House twenty-seven
We would sit and recline
And relax to Patsy Cline
With strawberries and whipped cream
And our favorite things to drink
We would lay in the grass
And watch the clouds pass
All bad thoughts would fade away
Although I know she couldn't stay
We would say good-bye
But only for the night
We would wake the next day
And meet at the same place
At the bottom of the
Stairway to Heaven.



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