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And then I want a blue balloon That tries to fly away, I thought if I wished hard enough That it would come some day.

One time when I was in the park I knew that it would be Beside the big old clock at home A-waiting there for me—

And soon as we got home again, I hurried thro' the hall, And looked beside the big old clock— It wasn't there at all.

I think I'll never wish again— But then, what shall I do? The wishes are a lot of fun Altho' they don't come true.