when I was only three
Was for Yoda to leave Dagobah,
and come and live with me.
We could hide in my Grandpa's woods
and stay in there for hours.
Yoda could lift me in the air
by using Jedi powers.
We'd play with Star Wars figures
and stay up all night.
I could make Yoda happy
by giving him a flashlight.
And then when I got older,
he would be my source
For information and guidance
on the ways of The Force.
But then RETURN came out,
and I saw that Yoda died.
My little heart was broken
and I cried and cried and cried.
My dad said it's just make believe
and better, I did feel.
But to this day, deep in my heart,
I still think Yoda's real.
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