Now thorns don't prick anymore
Pain is so very kind...

Have we ever parted?
Or was it either never stayed...

Smiling on as if it was yesterday
Today and so for tomorrow...

Meadows, where Unicorns and Pegasus graze
Beneath moonlight Blue and streams of butter milk...

What would you do...?
If I would stare right through your eyes...

You said, the letter you posted me yesterday
the postman denies of such a horrible thing even...