with all this talk of fate.
I still beg the stars to realign.
Wishing on a star has never
brought my dream to life,
I still look up for a cloudless sky.
Tell me I'm a dreamer,
tell me fairy tales aren't real,
I'll just smile, gently shake my head.
I know someday Cinderella wakes
to find her gown
crumpled in a pile by her bed.
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