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Would you like to dance
across the mountains
on moonbeams made of silver and gold

Would you like to seranade the stars
Songs that bleed the blood of truth
With the love from your heart

Would you like to fly
through the black night sky
and throw painted stars from a pallet of trust

Would you like to swim
through the mist on the moors
with the dolphins of hopes and dreams

Would you like to soar high
above the mountains and the clouds
With Eagels made from feathers of joy

Climb from your dungeon
And flee from the fear
the shackles made of snakes that held you there

Come into the night and follow your soul
Dance across the mountains
on moonbeams made of silver and gold
Amy Peek-Domestico 2006©