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If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride
On clouds of white stallions with bright fiery eyes
Chasing stars into corners of yesterday's skies
If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride
Ride down through the gone days of playgrounds of time
Where life was a game and good fun was the prize
Where love was the buddies that lived down the street
And pain was no root beer or cookies to eat
If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride
On clouds of white stallions with bright fiery eyes
Chasing stars into corners of yesterday's skies
If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride
Off to a bright-colored castle dreams
Where Fogs are just people and things were that easy
Where all play the game but they all always win
And love to the loser for losin' a game
If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride
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