Does your heart wander?
Not as much, Maybe a little.
Most of yours too would,
Here and now, when and then,
Oh how I wonder.
A few, me and you,
Wander in wonder,
Laying still,
My mother bought me
Not many laces or gleams,
But dreams,
From each peddler on the street,
Of laying where you will,
And walk out when you please!
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This is so beautiful
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❤❤ lovely
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