In conflict, heaven finds its wit, within this conflicted world lies blue heaven
Over the Rainbow, in style, a clime higher, you smile, bite your valkyrie hand
To sight, climbs in unison to regions your eyes muse of mine – joy goofy, and sublime
Within your brown eyes as they bounce off me, pirouette and dance, amused
Laughter turns to romance, to put my head on your chest in heavens earth
Would be like lying in fae fields, a safe place to go, tho I don’t know either yet
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