These dreams I carried into a different world
Hopes of things that were not real
I do not teach the first things I learned
These things my students learn
Are defined by what they do with them
I freely give them away
These wonders why no one told me
Would have made the world better for them
I want to live in the possible
This sustainability the only way
We have more than we need
I have learned love stories are their own
These places I cannot imagine
Happier I would always be
There are no better love stories than mine
but that ends
We have more that needs done
This love story of us
Our blue music box
Is not supposed to finish
Each generation writes
No need for tragedy
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