Whisk her away this second,
To the lands non-existent;
In her dreams of cerulean and yellows,
The mighty white melds away into the meadows
Of green, glistening little rascals,
Splattered in dollops with those castles
Of starry night and summer skies,
With the snowy lands and spring on the other side,
Good morning beautiful,
Cherish the mask of love, bountiful.

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