Papercut

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I grant one wish yet not for free
Everyone needs to make a living

Even a black fairy on the run

But she wished for rain
When it was overcast

As if she could not ask for more

And she saddled up a crazy mare
The flood started at dawn

Then she was gone

So tell me again
How I was not in love

And how this matters not

Because I wait no more
Between thunderclap

And lightning

And I fear greatly
As wet hooves come closer

While the storm gather

Image credit : Norman Rockwell Strictly a Sharpshooter 1941

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