Sailing thunder, misty morning
Speaking, telling, singing strange story
Listen to my messenger
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming of another world
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming of another world
Dreaming, freezing, (so festive) turning upside down the world
Freezing, drawing (like a jester) dream on as the story turns
(any day, anyway, i may come to you. You know i love you, so you love me too)
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12 Jul, 2015, 7:19 pm
Every every star now looks down anyone and more Many many stories are told, raindrops on the floor Someone knows all better than you Don't go through the door
*soft humming*