to the beauty that i see.
for the flowers as they are,
and the rainbows as they gleam.
wait a moment while i dream.
let me rest my head,
while you run your mile.
perhaps when i'm done,
i shall realize the ugliness
of this world and this life.
it will be time to go,
and it will be time to fret.
hey there, mademoiselle!
hold my hand, now shall we go?
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