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The moon above, the stars below
I fly, I need no wings. Horses soar and gryphons romp and nightengales sing. Magic seeped into my life by chance and whim of time with moon stained eyes and whispering grace and cotton clouds to climb. You wandered out of your world and stumbled into mine where what never was, has always been, like a taste of were wine. With silken sheets of silence folded 'round joy that burns like fire, the majestic and the crystalline entwine in my desire. Gay banners fly from gilded towers, luscious fruit weigh down each tree and secret witches smile softly with a touch of oddity. The faint rumble of a distant dragon stirs memories of a star filled sea before the magic traced my bones with a smudge of wizardry. Dazzling drops from perfumed fountains explode like liquid dynamite and dragons streak across the sky to snack on weather satellites. You wandered out of your world. Would you like to stay in mine? Where what never was has always been, like a taste of were wine. Would you like a taste of were wine? Try just a sip of were wine. |