Falling deeply into the arms of loveliness
Wandering gallantly through the blind allays
Fondling ways through dimly illuminated ways
Groping paths in duly lit suburb houses
I found my strength, I gained some I lost some
This is the realm of wonderland, it is dreaded fairy land
Here houses are small, wonders are marvels
Here I tread on a danger path, here I steal a nasty glance
People live in glass houses. Shattering houses noise much
Timid arms, fragile cheeks, smooth lovely textures
Ivory skin, fathomlessly deep voices, maverick creatures
Here I turn into a blind allay, here I turn into stone
Here is the wonderland selling everything in view
Place to find lost love, here you will get best bargain
To soar, fly, walk and stroll in a fain
This is mart of flowery dreams
Here dreams are weaved and packed
Here are the instant sales, there are the great bales
There I found hanging dream, here I get a colourful lullaby
This is the land of euphoria and paranoia.
Here standing by and gazing, I die while living
Miraculously, saved, cured, battered and healed
In this land of fairies and miracles.
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