the performer
your hair dances like firethe sun shines
the sea becons
white butterflies dance
upon the breeze
the performer has arrived
she slides through the grass
climb aboard she calls
is everybody ready?
for the trip of a lifetime
too much tripping makes
your soul wear thin
but one ride is all you need
a new world will await
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