If

Sat, 10/26/2013 - 16:43 -- Sabelle

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If I were to be a ghost, she said,

I would fly and fly and fly and fly.

To the the land of dreams,

where the final flower still stands.

And if you pluck it, gently so,

A most magnificent sight will appear.

And the dragons shall creak out of their hidey-holes,

where they have dwelled for many a year.

And the merman shall swim once more with the living,

and fey shall be seen for a day.

But then- oh, if then, you eat of the unearthly food,

You could stay in the palace of the gnomes.

Where treasures surface from under the ground,

And the children of the moon dance under the open sky.

 

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