I need a story, not my own to read, just for a little while
A piece of comfort, a place to rest, over yonder - a little isle
Seek the shore but not the sea
A land of faraway it seems
Where magic lasts and the birds will fast
Between the chattering breeze
I need not be there for a while, as he says just not forever
But my faith will rise and will find myself again
In the company of leisure
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