In bright pajama tops
Or it's not just me humming
Beautifully to your soul's tune.
It's actually me sitting pretty atop the hill
Dancing beautifully as you set the rhythm.
It's me queenly by the night sky
Flying yonder, smitten and shy.
It's me on the road to Heaven away from Hell
Living beautifully, charmingly as life will tell.
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