Signal
Signal me when the fairies come
Fluttering wings of simple spirits
Speak to me of pasts undone
The world I know and all those in it
Travel back and then fast forward
Color spills from out the sky
Rains down upon my naked eye
Dreams become real time flows by
Posted by Richard Handley at 10:35 PM
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