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I like it when I turn into a flower
I love it when I suddenly discover
make-believe unexpectedly, feel
my heart opening, I picked up my
magic crown, melted frozen tear-
drops with a warm kiss
Put my crown on my head where it
belongs, allowing the six clips to be-
come ladybirds, rejoicing in a formula
that changes me into Eva Ibbotson’s
Belladonna who saw Arriman in the
magic mirror at the witches’ feast
Following my guru’s advice to take
sustenance from every uplifting idea
I come across, hunting I came upon
other people who live on dreams also
wearing my crown as a tribute to love
and hope that live forever in hearts
And that will always bring soulmates
together, no matter how far apart…
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