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Friday, December 28, 2012

If beggars were horses, wishes could fly

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Howard Pyle, Marooned
If beggars were horses, wishes could fly
by John McBeath Watkins






"Yes, there he sat, on the back of the winged horse!”
See them in patches, see them in rags
see our dreams flapping like desolate flags

I'll be alone every night
caught in dreams of your arms,
dreams of freedom and flight

See them in patches all up in the sky
If beggars were horses, wishes could fly

I'll be alone for the rest of my life
caught in dreams of your arms,
dreams of freedom and flight

See their rags flapping up there in the sky
If beggars were horses, wishes could fly.

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