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A tale to tell from the mirror of a neo-centric wishing well
With just emotion and a monocle of devotion
Thread the tail through the chameleons eye
A rainbow sonnet reflecting a pipers lullaby

Reach out for freedom, with a harlequins serenade
This coat he wears, he swears was fashioned by a gypsies gaze
The days were salted myth and mirth, all seasons in the eyeland of his earth
the analectas of a man, written in the language of his fabled land

I’ll bring you flowers from penumbra place
I’ll sing the words without a caution, without disgrace
This is the serenade
For all the fallen angels
This is the serenade
For all who loved
For all who wish for love

For all who wish for, magic in emotion

This is the serenade
This is the way I cry
No more than reason in my eye

Sing out for freedom, with a harlequins serenade
This coat he wears, he swears was tailored by a charming fey
Those daze were fabled blood and ink, all reasons in the eyeland of a blink
The fantasies of a gentle man, empassioned by the touch of his avid hands

I’ll bring you flowers from penumbra place
I’ll sing the words without a caution, without disgrace
This is the serenade
For all the fallen angels
This is the serenade
For all who loved
For all who wish for love

For all who wish for, magic in emotion

This is the serenade
This is the way I cry
No more than reason in my eye