Two strands of golden hair,
Fought to say good night...
To her emerald black eyes
Her soft hands caught them,
And put them to bed,
Behind her elvish ears.
Smiling with closed eyes,
She covered herself with,
The blanket of stars.
And slowly drifted off to the,
Land of beautiful flowers.
Land of chirping birds.
Land of her own.
Fought to say good night...
To her emerald black eyes
Her soft hands caught them,
And put them to bed,
Behind her elvish ears.
Smiling with closed eyes,
She covered herself with,
The blanket of stars.
And slowly drifted off to the,
Land of beautiful flowers.
Land of chirping birds.
Land of her own.
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