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Wishes


I'm tired of pacing the petty round of the ring of the thing I
 know--
I want to stand on the daylight's edge and see where the sunsets
 go.


I want to sail on a swallow's tail and peep through the sky's blue
 glass.
I want to see if the dreams in me shall perish or come to pass.


I want to look through the moon's pale crook and gaze on the
 moon-man's face.
I want to keep all the tears I weep and sail to some unknown
 place.

Written by Georgia Douglas Johnson (1880-1966)

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