Thou can not change one little drop that heaven has mixed for thee, however bitter the cup, it may thy healing be. And in its dregs the soul at last its sweetest hope may see.
I want to feel the sun on my face. I want to feel the wind blowing in my hair. I want to walk on the beach and feel the sand underneath my feet. I want to smell the lake. I want to spend forever in his arms. I want to dance under the moon and stars. I want to stand in the rain and wash yesterday away.
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