Stealing through the open window
The traveller of the night draws near
Gliding silent to the bedside
Bends and whispers in your ear
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Lift your head from sleepy pillows
Come, we go to fair Arcadia
Here neath falling fronds of willow
A spinning wheel, to weave a dream
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Two golden threads of cherished memories
A ribbon that tied a true loves hair
Four strands which bind desires together
Spin the twisted web with care
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Pull aside the shadow shrouds
Hitch a ride on gossamer clouds
Through a thousand stars we climb
Travelling the winding road of time
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Here in these Elysian Fields
Of butter yellow and misty greens
Choose from all the countless pleasures
Pick the velvet rose of dreams
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The die is cast, the choice is made
Breathe deeply from the perfumed flower
To wander through the land of wishes
Until the calling waking hour