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As children we dream of sipping fancy drinks- Out of tall, delicate glasses. Pinkies out, lipsticked lips, lashes heavy with mascara. And we wait. Searching for our castles and princes. For the dragon slayer to save us, We all kiss a few frogs... And we make it through the rough years Even though they seem to never end. We find a future in the Strawberry Fields, The ones that stretch through the sands of time, All the way down. And that is when we remember where we wanted to be, And it doesn't matter anymore where we didn't go.
