Letter to myself

When I grow old I want to be famous
The most outstanding lady in the world
With exquisite makeup and colourful nails
And with hair in abundance curled

I want to do a job that is important
Be a people mender or building things
Perhaps a country singer or a painter
Who paints the most graceful fairy wings

I want to write a book about nothing
Or of all the things worthwhile
Just some nice and awesome lines
That would make everybody smile

And I would want to meet mister right
The man who loves me dear
Who understands my joyous spirit
One who could always persevere

In return I would always love him
I would destroy the walls around his heart
We would dance among the shining stars
And nothing could ever tear us apart

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