My golden fairy beauty.
Can we not fly away.
High and far away beyond our sky.
We’d rest among the branches
Of a tree of wishful thoughts.
Whose shade was golden rays of unseen light.
In our tree a tree house.
With its own golden sun.
And a moon to float and drift on River Night.
Caressing moon and sunbeams sweet
As sugar honey Grace.
Sip the Star filled river and golden sun filled lake.
All within our tree house
Our sugar honey place.
Oh won’t you come and fly with me tonight.
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