and breathe in my shampoo
i could be a wonder to you
i'd bake you things
we could be happy and content
to just sit and stare or
lean and kiss.
wouldn't that be nice?
i think it would.
If you are a dreamer, come in. If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer . . . If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire. For we have some flax golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in!
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