Is This It?
I sat there with the wind blowing south,
As my hair blows to the left; brushing against my mouth.
The wind lightly blows,
Making the magic around me become exposed.
As the wind stops, the sun peeks out from above,
The sun peeks out from the heavens filled with love.
And when it does, pixies and critters come out,
Running, and shireking, and laughing about.
They start to dance and dance around,
I hear the sound, I hear the sound.
The flowers dance, oh yes they do;
They dance like the critters and pixies too.
The wind starts to pick up, making waves in the grass;
Alas,
Have I found my magical land at last?

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 04.05.2011

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