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Once upon a dream
not quite the dream it would seem
in a far off land
were to land hand in hand
a fair maiden and
a young lad
Two hands a zipper binding dreams of slipper
gold, towers, nightmare of nothing
of wolves and witches from the land which is
two fabrics as one
all fibres mixed one begins the fun
in a nearby land
where to land as you stand
draws fair game and
maiden, lad
And should our reprise take you by surprise
cold hours might scare off the thing
that hunts you bare teeth from air for wreath
Once upon a reprise you’ll find your blind mind left behind
in a kind of vow twined cow and its price
so bow clockwise
avow
The time is now it’s up to you how
