Come, step
Into my sweet, lonely little world
Hand in hand
We shall run across the cliffs
Against which my emotions crash
Fly through the clouds
Through which my fantasies soar
Swim in the deep waters of the sea
In which lie buried the secrets of my heart
Sing and dance
To the music of the swaying plants in the winds
And when weary and hungry
Eat the Forbidden Fruit...
But perhaps you would wish to run away,
Perhaps you have a sweet, lonely little world...
Of your own
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