I was forced to grow,
But I am still a child.
I believe in magic,
I believe in hope.
I hold the pinwheel in the wind,
And simply watch it spin,
I see colors whirling with it,
A kaleidoscope of twirling emotions,
All blown away with the wind.
This pinwheel does hold some magic,
Believe me...
I am a child again.
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