A Taste of My Rainbow
By Amanda

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The Wind. The wind in the trees, oh how I wish I could be, just like thee, so Free! Can I be, just like thee so free In the trees?

Wishing . . . My thoughts turn to a face I once knew, A smile so sweet and eyes so blue. Thinking of his baby face I wouldn't want him to see me in this place. To see the disappointment I don't deserve And thinking these thoughts that are so absurd. The sky is crying And inside I am dying. Wishing on a star is good And sometimes I wish it would Come true, so that you could be Sending your love to me.

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