

This PlaceThis a place where laughter glow, Where sound are tangible, Where you belly hold only joy, Where you mind is but receiver truth.This Place
I happened up-on it once: Like child in day dream. Down at bottom of garden Amongst rushes of a pond Faerie sat and winked at me.
Her skin white as ebony Her wings they of crimson and gold Her eyes burning emerald Her hair copper polished clear.
I dallied there and watch her And she watch me In this place all life is like a dream A hologram upon a screen...
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"All persons, living and dead, are purely coincidental."
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