There is a place,a secret place
where voices whisper in the leaves,
they've told me of a wonderous land,
where no one's sad or ever grieves.
breeze gently blew, I closed my eyes
there where the dappled sunlight played,
when I awoke, I was amazed
for I was dressed in rich brocade.
An elf that stood quite near me
said,"we must hurry, it is late
the ceremony will begin
precisely on the stroke of eight".
He took my hand, then we raced
through flowers that grew everywhere,
and when we reached the toadstool glade
all I could do was stand and stare.
Titania stood in bridal gown,
forget-me-knots twined in her hair,
and Oberon stood by her side,
I swear he looked so debonair.
But voices now were calling me,
and I awoke beneath a tree.
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