Enchanted
Amongst the Whispering Willow,A dancing Fairy or two,
Unwanted Goblins billow,
Enchanted Dreams come true.
With White Flying Owls,
And running Unicorns will do,
As the Grey Wolf howls,
While witches stir their brew,
When Pixies throw their dust,
The Magic does appear,
And as the wind begins to gust,
Forms a Mystical shape of Sphere.
A Dragon's Lair cannot be touched,
By not one single man,
For then he will be scorched,
For tampering with his land.
If you've never seen the haze,
Of which a dream can do to you,
Then believe in the Magical phrase,
Of Enchanted Dreams come true.
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