There is smiles a plenty, with you, I will walk a mile or twenty
However, not with my fragile feet, it is yours indeed i do need
To carry me upon your shoulder as burden, pleasure or even treasure.
From a land of brazen bourbon, saffron tulips to white turbans.
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To follow a part of your denying heart for my life to start.
Wiping momentous tears from your dying fears, step by step.
Crossing the crossroads of now and then in leaps of two to ten.
Whilst tasting delightful song in praises of prose by poets of Zen.
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In sultry hues, copper stains and piercing blues i heard
the voice that awoke your muse .
Your legs trotting and trembling, under my weight, disassembling.
I thought you stronger; the young ones should last longer.
Come! Come, let us walk one mile, smile and talk a while.
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I will tell tales of tasty tarts and truffles on tables of gold and glass.
Wines that flow in rivers, below mountains where candlesticks grow.
Candyfloss the clouds drifting thought maple syrup skies, no lies!
I believe you were conceived in apple blossom, plum or peach.
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Your mind not yet in bloom, I am sensing too much gloom and doom.
So let us not part, for I have not yet played my imaginary last card.
Heavy your brow must fall in all tales told tall , hear my call.
For I am the green pasture of the unseen, where you have not yet been.
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Imagine the imagination, my name do some spell consternation
Only to those who believe not to receive my spells of disbelieve.
For hunger, their hungry hearts will wail, caught between tongue and tail.
Never to catch a glimpse of my brightest boldest sail or multicoloured snail.
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Do come then! Let us haste from now to when, count from one till ten.
As all will be deceived, when imagine takes you on a journey to be believed.
Let us follow these roads, where hairy dogs are frogs and boats are toads.
Never looking back, forgetting you were the Jack in the sack upon realities back.
