
How the flights of fantasycan bewilder some.How it can capture lonelinessmake it flee and run,And turn the tablesinside out,The cry into a shout,Can make the unexpected fun,The expected cease to come.
Yes! strange that path of fantasymakes happier the mind,Makes brighter, lighter, the joy withinwhich rings and sings and climbs.
Flights can come and flights can goAnd flights can come betweenAnd you'll find that I'll be riding thereWhere the forest meets the green.
Yes, I'll ride the wings of fantasy,of wonder, love and light,And I'll ride them here, and I'll ride them there,through the winding paths of night.
And I'll sing to you of that rainbow highOf its lovely, lofty light,Of those wonderful, enchanted Isles
Yes, my fantasies of Flight!
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Thanks for writing this.
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