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Dear Papa, at night i would open my window to touch the warm breeze that sang me to sleep every night the moon the last image to grace my eyes before slumber i grew up with mama telling me to be wary of the moon to never look through the glass at
I had a dream last night,A dream of bliss and peace,Where life was at ease,Where a streak of light steered clear the dark,Where faces had a spark.I tried hard to figure out a face,But failed always.Serene and tempting was the view,It made me feel
The young steamboat glides through the bright blue waters His engine is pristine, His propeller rotates as fast as a hummingbird. ThSo youne young steamboat has no problem riding the calm waves.
Papa, do you see me? Scared little girl in the corner I know you told me to smile Not to cry or mourn or Wish I could’ve done something Made your pain go away Found a cure faster
How I miss you Papa I could never describe