'What is the color of your dreams?' a Noble Knight once asked a Prince, 'Is life as needless as it seems?' 'The Sun doth shine through all our sins - and I'm it's son', replied the Prince.
And somewhere in his glorious realm some common folk under the elm would rest after a working day, the setting sun upon the hay, so rest your weary head, I say...
What is the color of your eyes when you're not wearing a disguise? What is the colour of your soul when you step lightly with bare sole upon the Earth, Mother of all?
And somewhere in this fairy land, touched and enchanted by your hand, the fragile creatures of the night, do fall in love with the first sight with you, dear Goddess in the light.
'What is the color of the night?' a Moth once asked a Candle Light. 'What is the color of the day?' a Mole once pondered, so they say. They're only trying to find their ways.
And somewhere in our perfect world you find somebody in a whirl, the one who's sitting on a fence, and trying to make out any sence; so dance, for him, my Goddess, dance!
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Life is as short as a child's first word, as a boy's first love, so look to the skies above.
Life is as long as a beautiful song, but you never know when it ends, so dance, little Goddess, dance!