Magical Mystery Tour

Enter through a golden bell.
In these woods my lady casts her spell.
The dawns light forges shadows
On a path I don't know well.

Purple path away it leads
to royal majesty a splendor
Blues only quail you to sleep.
The journey calls me further

deep

In the hollowed woods I hear

Can a friend turn after all these years?
Subtle voices whisper tears.
A kiss never forgotten.

Dark above the sun refused to shine.
The wind cries out in horror
How can it be... bent upon

a

tree

...Silence...

This is the way it must be.
The tree cries out in deformity.

How she longed to see him again.
How she longed to hear his voice.

Her tears in a knot.
Her son is lost.

No, he is not

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