If I had a coin to throw into the well
I’d wish I had three more.
If I had just three more wishes
I’d live three times or more.
If I saw a shooting star
I’d wish I saw three more.
If I had just three more wishes
I’d live three times or four.
You cannot belittle me
For I am the black cloud
That is perched over your head
Following you around.
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