if I could see but one,
over the crest of the wave of sky
before the day is done.
I'd wish you a million million more
to see them in your eyes-
Such magic meets it fellow quick,
To spark it- how time flies!
A million, million, millionth wish?
What good would it be?
You have the rest inside of you,
except this poem from me.

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