Have you wished upon a star? Fickle hope born oh so far
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The Golden Spool
Where the green grasses grow, On hillsides, bereft of fresh snow
The Goodest Boy
I wish I could feel, The unbound joy, Of being called, The goodest boy
Yours and Mine
Bodies intertwined, Yours and mine
My Red Heart
Have you seen my red heart? Have you felt its great pain? Have you tasted its loss? Have you seen its red mane? Though I love you dearly, I fear you have not, Truly seen what beast beats, Within this chest full of loss.
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