A purple candle flickered in the window,
As a silver sun shone overhead.
The mossy hills were red with the lichen,
While the copper birds sang for the undead.

A lovely flower grew on the breezes,
It's fiery petals danced in the sky.
A simple farmer walked across the lake,
There to meet me and teach me how to fly.

I'll never leave here, this land of crystal clouds,
For my tree house high, sits upon the ground.
My pet squirrel will lavish me with fur coats,
It's fairer here than anywhere I've found.

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