looking down
the trail winds and meanders
lost in waking dreams of you
the weather doesn't seem so beastly
nor the distance so great
there's a piece of me
that refuses to believe
clever
I may be
magical
you are
we...are...mythical
there's a fire that burns inside me
and only you know how to fan those flames
burn baby burn
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