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March 10, 2009
 My moon, she calls out to me Her demure whispers tickle my pointy ears Her soft glow caress my check Like the sweetest peck ever received. She too is finished mourning She too has come to realize her worth, Her Beauty. I am still a dreamer One of whimsy And childish giggles I am still a dreamer One who prances upon the window When my pale moon comes to visit. She illuminates my path Embraces me in her light Her comforting glow radiates on my fair skin And I need no other. I have not died The storm did not win. I am still a dreamer Whose voice has begun to echo melodies Amongst the halls once more. I am a dreamer Delicately animated Flowers in my hair Pinks and gloss Ribbons and rice paper wings. I am a dreamer In my own fantasy world Of laughter and romance Of adventure and curiosity Of sun dresses and white satin gloves. There, my moon and I reside For I have not died I glow brighter then ever before She and I For I am still a beautiful dreamer. |
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