In a place you call paradise
You will take me before the sun rise
Grab my hand and show me which way
I’m ready to go, with you I will stay
Let’s start to fly, with our arms enfold
Trace the rainbow arch, guide to the pot of gold
Come taste the tarts, the goddess has served
And swallow the sap, so sweet like marmalade
Waltzing to the peak, to the heights, we embraced
Stop, we must not, hastily to the welcoming band
Atop, as one, we celebrated our bond
On our way back to the loft, come take me by the hand
©(03-2007)
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