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Not a Tooraloora Loora .
I climbed upon a gentle breeze
That drifted slow on tranquil seas
And played soft music , just to please
The anguish in my soul .
We floated south to turquoise skies
And danced on quilted clouds that rise
Which misty memories disguise
Their glories to extol .
And catching dawn's bright morning rays
Transforming night to amber haze
The chorus sang it's hymn of praise
And then , my day was whole .
Gliding high , above all harm
On thermals , soft , safe and warm
Guided by strong Angels arm
'Till the Sandman takes his toll .
Inspired by Catie's Lull-A-Bye Contest .
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