by t.o. crow
Fantasy man, fantasy man,
take me away to a fantasy land
where we'll run barefooted
in warm sand by the sea
- and dance -
naked in the rain.
You my dark hero,
slayer of giants,
will pivot the sun at noon
and turn time back an eternity
- until reality becomes -
an extension of the dream.
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