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| I wish I could be your favorite painting. so you would look at me in awe. You would see all that I am, and not a single flaw. I wish I could be your favorite book, so you would read me from cover to cover never put me down, never want to read another. I wish I could be a flower in your garden, so I could grow with your love with sunshine and rain, and God from above. I wish I could be your favorite poem, so you would study me, start to end, understand everything, Your broken heart my words could mend. I wish I could be yours, to hold and love to the end of time. I wish I knew who you were, I could be yours, you could be mine. |
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