11:11

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The genie that you woke
that guaranteed you your three dreams
all the lies that he spoke
broke your hope, as it seems.

The shooting star
that glowed so dear
it shone so far
but your dream isn't here.

All the candles that you blew
on your birthday cake
they weren't true
they were a mistake.

When it struck 11:11
and you wished for something kind
your hope didn't reach heaven
it didn't even leave your mind.

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