Someday I’ll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far Behind me. Where troubles melt like lemon drops, Away above the chimney tops.
That’s where you’ll find me. Somewhere, over the rainbow.
56 Translations Later:
I ask for more stars. If lemon juice can be rejected by Economists. You can see here. Diet in the spring.
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I hate your mom
40 Translations Later:
I hate myself