If I could have but one wish granted,
I’d fly with you to lands enchanted
Where all my fondest dreams come true
Just because they are shared with you.
The plainest weeds turn into flowers.
Dark storm clouds – just April showers.
The warmth of the smile upon your face
Brings untold wealth to this heavenly place.
For you alone are the magic potion
That nurtures my undying devotion.
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