There are fairies in fuchsia
Fighting ogles the color of beans
Frankenstein's monster and Dracula are lovers
Reciting vows under the pink clouds
They make Sunday morning flavored pies
And hold picnics amongst sunflowers
The height of skyscrapers
Marshmallow flavored muffins
Lemonade scented rain
The forests still standing
The sea still blue
Time not progressing after two
And no trace of the memories you've gained
After the age of ten
There is no president
There are no streets
There is no you
And history never was
A little bit of wonderland's magic, underlaid's enchantment
These are dreams of early morning made up
For I never remember enough to write
They say your love too
Awakens while you're a asleep
Is called for in your dreams
But I always think of you before I sleep
a thought conjured voluntarily
warm and reassuring like the blanket I've yet to put over myself
But when I do fall asleep
It's merely fairies in fuchsia
and ogles the color of beans
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