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I wish for
The bluest skies when you’re out,
Comforting breezes when you’re in,
That you’re never stuck in red lights,
Your journey safe wherever your feet land.

I wish for
Two cold sides of your pillows,
Your bed warm enough for you to sleep,
Your thoughts to pause when you lay to rest,
A peaceful mind and a restful sleep.

I wish for
Your hands on mine to never let go,
Your heart with mine to never waver,
Your voice to stay to colour my days,
To never part at airports on Sundays.

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