When Fairytales Age...
Simple thoughts of what's worth wishing
Never seem the slightest bit real
Beyond drops of wonder
Magic beens
And soil
Skimmed with dreams
Of you
Vines overtwined
Now hardened
Enough to climb
As soon as I face
A giant
Fear of heights
Those that must be faced
To reach the heavens
And you
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