Wishes look regrets
Turned inside out
Even at three we want
To do it ourselves
Only our will to go on
Only an unoccupied outline
An indefensible scribble to offer
But isn't it important we begin
In a completely helpless way
That we remember the time
Before memory intruded
With its ideas of empty space
That someone holds us tightly
And we are given another chance
At some innocence and peace
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