I have no golden wand,
Nor any mystic powder charms,
But when I touch your soft velvet hand,
When you pull me close into your arms,
I swear that some sorcery begins to stir,
It is at play.
My alarm senses ringing,
My instinct keeping me at bay.
So magical is your soft touch,
So whimsical is your sweet kiss,
I hear symphonies being played by the stars and the moon,
I believe all the fairies are together and will reveal themselves soon.
We have it all right in our hands,
We have space to fly,
And we have a place to land.
We are living in wonderland.
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