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| − | My 11:11 Wish
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| − | My mom once told me a story
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| − | About a time that brings us glory
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| − | A time you can make a wish
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| − | And it can bring you anything – even a kiss
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| − | So, every day at 11:11
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| − | I wish and I pray
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| − | To escape the frustrating duality
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| − | I live each day
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| − | Night then day
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| − | Cold then warm
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| − | Winter even in the middle of spring
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| − | My heart does not know joy.
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| − | My days start cold – they’re always bleak and grey
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| − | The same routine each and every day
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| − | My soul is stuck in the darkness of it all
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| − | And it longs to escape, to run away.
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| − | Then nighttime comes and my soul breaks free
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| − | My 11:11 wish, answering my plea
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| − | I’m teleported to a whole new world – a world so bright and colourful
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| − | That I finally start to feel wonderful
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| − | This world is light, colour of warmth
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| − | And makes my smile eternal
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| − | And for a moment, there is no duality
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| − | Just one reality –
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| − | Spring, all year round.
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| − | Written by: George Elliot (Grade 7)
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| − | '''''LEEAH'S NOTE: I'm going to write this out and scan it when I'm home!'''''
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