Once I saw a mysterious land,
Oh there was a tunnel of thoughts
T'was a place, turbulent winds waving back.
In a meadow where spring was sacked.
I met a traveller down the hills.
Prepossessing, talking to his heart
He then wishperd the magic
I still remember those eyes, mystic.
I saw birds not chirping,
But their songs echoing,
In the gaze of rainbow lights,
Stories there were never out of sight.
Smiling on my own I blinked
Making the halfway paperweight yawns
Started thinking again looking at the
Evening sun, a dawn of my own.
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Forgive me for the punchuation mistakes
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