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It was a night of sparkles,
Of celebrating best and worst,
Of beautiful enthusiasm burst.
There were a hundred kids,
All eager to go,
Some maki..
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For a contest
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“Mommy, daddy, tell me when you want the rain to stop.
I can make it stop with the flick of my wand.”
I remember all of those days I..
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In my hands there’s
a greater voice
than in the words I speak.
For notes do flow
from black and white
to drift into the ear.
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Sorrow's trees wither,
Neverland birds fly away,
Dream clouds hide not long.
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When he shifted her sunlit hair, he had no roses. He had no promise rings, no heart-shaped chocolates, no swaying music.
Yet when he kissed her as ..
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Shards of glassshatter to the ground.Groping for the hopethat shards can be mended.But the glue isn't strong enough,the shards are too sharp to touch...
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Trying something new
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Staring at the petalsWatching them wiltRight below my fingers.At my fingertips,I feel warmth.Watching my fingersScurry across the keys,One note at a t..
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The fabric of each fragile drop,
The infinitely spreading salt,
The water's not as pure as hope,
But as the light dims, deep I go,
And rest my hea..
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