There was a lonely young boy
Who wished upon a tree,
His wish not for a toy
His wish not to be free
He wished all his loneliness fall
Come true just one dream
When the boy became a young man
He went back to the tree
Took a little of the lying sand
And recalled his vivid dream
His wish not fulfilled
Unsatisfied, he went to the stream
There stood he by the stream
He wished upon its placid roar
He wished again his vivid dream
His dream swam to the river floor
Though alive in nature so it seemed
Disheartened he closed his hearts door
There was once that young man
And he seemed to have gotten on
His dream forgotten as best as can
His hopes seemed to have left and gone
He thought he tried
He thought he moved on
But this young man knew not nature
Knew not surprises sweet of its bosom
Just one morning his wish ruptured
And his dream drew forth a kingdom
There came forth a princess
Smiled and she kissed him on his lips.
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