My Magic Dream Machine
My magic machine, is a craft built for two,
It is covered in white, and it carries no crew.
It’s made of pure silk, and glides into space,
As two lovers', hold tight, in a loving embrace.
Propelled by their love, through an ocean of dreams,
Lifting off for the heavens, through glittering streams.
The trip seems so short, as the night turns to day,
Passing dreamily through, the great Milky Way.
Oh! that magic machine, is on loan to us now,
For as long as our love, propels its soft bow.
But as morning draws nigh, and the sun lights the sky,
The moon flicks its light, and tells us goodbye.
The magic machine, begins its journey to home,
Till tonight once again, through our dreams we will roam.
It is covered in white, and it carries no crew.
It’s made of pure silk, and glides into space,
As two lovers', hold tight, in a loving embrace.
Propelled by their love, through an ocean of dreams,
Lifting off for the heavens, through glittering streams.
The trip seems so short, as the night turns to day,
Passing dreamily through, the great Milky Way.
Oh! that magic machine, is on loan to us now,
For as long as our love, propels its soft bow.
But as morning draws nigh, and the sun lights the sky,
The moon flicks its light, and tells us goodbye.
The magic machine, begins its journey to home,
Till tonight once again, through our dreams we will roam.
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