Dreams of fairy queens
Of being touched by the lovely
To fly towards the parting cloud
With a beaming smile
Towards the beloved
That you would touch
As infinity was at the moment
Flinging forth magic dust.
Of being touched by the lovely
To fly towards the parting cloud
With a beaming smile
Towards the beloved
That you would touch
As infinity was at the moment
Flinging forth magic dust.
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