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Shores of Fantasy

At the edge of
the ocean we stand poised
Ready to be taken to faerie
     The land is perilous 
for some
      but it calls to us
as it called to Prentice 
     long ago
  We all yearn for a 
         star on our brows
To walk in mist - enshrouded meadows
     and to see flowers of unearthly beauty
growing
       A riot of joyous color
        The touch of a magical hand
will give us this chance
        In Faerie eternal spring
and lights from the north
        form the patterns we love
    The King and Queen 
of that land ate calling us
    Let's leave these mortal shores
    And hear the lovely 
sounds
    Of golden harps 
and flutes
played by ethereal beings
The golden stories 
        flow here like a river
This magic
     will change us
        FOREVER

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