Who's Got the Key
I once drank, from a crystal stream.
Where on the bank, I did dream.
Of emerald sky's, with diamond rain.
N that i could fly, with angel's wing's.
Cloud's of silver, blew over a turqoize sea.
With a golden tower of tranquility.
Then as the heaven's opened up to me.
Hord's of deamon's, I did see.
Across the mountain's, over the sea.
Out from the shadow's, they staired at me.
Then as I flee at an alarming rate.
They called for the key. To get in the gate
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