Poem

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One day you'll take my hand.
And we'll fly on a magic carpet.
One day we'll see all of outer space.
Maybe we could learn to fly from all our fears.
And you might be the one to wipe away my tears.

I'm not really a poetic person but I do write songs and this is the chorus to one so if that counts then yeah I guess I am poetic. If you want me to post the whole song then I can in another chapter.

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