I dream of living in a castle
Of feathers, with my beautiful
Dame, with door, walls
Of feathers with fairies
Serving the nectar of honey
Mixed in the best of wines,
With feather doormen
Attenders, me whiling away time
With feelings as soft
As the featherdowns of a dove
Eternally, no troubling feelings
And sadmen visiting
My castle to beat the heavens.
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