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The wishes
I want
granted
have always dwelt
deep, deep down inside my heart,
as they hold their breath and wait
for the ngày they can fly.
Letting go, I no longer need the
past.
I used to believe that a bluebird
would bring me happiness, just
like in the fairy-tale.
I prayed that I could send my
wishes with it
as it flew freely through the blue
sky.
But one ngày it was sure to
disappear
like an illusion.
Though I've never once forgotten
its blurry form.
It will slip out of my hands,
fall and vanish like a bubble.
Even so, though my feelings will lie
deep, deep in my tim, trái tim as if asleep,
they will only be...
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