Where does my mind take me
floating, above the clouds,
Somewhere alone, in fantasy land,
far away from the madding crowds
Where golden roads the Sky adorn
Silver bells merrily ring,
Where scarlet roses dance along
Never sheds the lovely spring
Where the castle of dreams has stars on its roof,
majestic, from the world, aloof
Untouched by misery, unknown to pain,
Where love pours, like drops of Rain;
You don't get the roads of Joy,
by just searching,
Like the bird gets not its feed,
by just perching
The House of Dreams may on its ceiling have stars;
You wake to shatter the house you built for hours
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