I throw with care my wishes and dreams into the wind,
To carry I ask to be carried to thee.
My wishes and dreams pure and true, as I ask so shall it be.
Not for myself, but for others I quest,
My heart pure and true you must see,
just as my father’s heart was true like his father,
my dreams to become real, and my wishes fulfilled,
this I ask so mote it be.
My wishes and dreams I whisper into the wind to carry them.
To the breeze to make sure they reach the one who can make them
Come to be, I ask for others and for me to be heard.
This I ask as I send my wish to be, so mote it be.
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