I sit on my covers,
And dream up a place,
Where the mountains peak,
And the rivers chase.
Where the devil's absent,
Yet the Gods look on,
And where it's beautiful still,
Whether or not the sun shone.
Where your hands and mine,
Can feel soft - skin on skin,
And the line between fake-
And real is thin...
A place full of hope,
And happiness and good,
Where there are no masks,
No hiding, no hoods.
Where everyone's content,
Harmony and peace,
And we can all live together,
For a while...
At least.
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