Sailing thunder, misty morning.
Speaking, telling, singing strange story
Listen to my messenger

Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming of another world.
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming of another world.
Dreaming, freezing, (such festive) turning upside down the world.
Freezing, drawing (like a jester) dream as the story turns.
(Anyday, anyway, I might come to you. You know I love you, so you love me too.)

Every every star now looks us anyone and more. Any any stories as told raindrops on the floor. Someone knows all better than you. Don't go through the door.
(humming part)

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