Laugh out loud
wind rushing through
canonizing my blood
and pulling me to
Here; I stand tall
on my tip toes
one eye above the wall
gazing onto the green fields beyond
And past the fields
is a sea of blue,
lovely dreams that
cut me in two
With their lust;
and their greed
but I am a bard with a harp
climbing for an apple on a golden tree
And you are a mirror
shattered and glued
put back together with music
and the love of a tune
So sail me away
on that calm sea of blue
and remember my blood
spilt in this dreamland for you
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