so if could fly away,
to a wonderful world of beauty,
where the sun shines bright over the sapphire sky
where the crimson flowers bloom and doesn’t fade
where it’s all malachite
everything vivid and new
where the cold breeze blows as it darkens
like a feather the wind carries me
to that enchanted land
and gives me some place…
inside a dew drop
at the end of the rainbow,
where sits my wizard,
where there’s no sickness or disease,
and people don’t die…..
to freedom where true beauty lies,
in my heart that beauty stays.
psst...the pic ...a painting by students at Martin
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