The well swings, a cradle of light,
By the river's edge, a courtyard bright.
Slumber, come carried on the breeze,
Show me your colors, if you please.
Listen, my beloved, to this lore,
Once, with me, the whole world did soar.
My desires, and yours aligned,
What dreams in our hearts entwined.
This is my tale, my very own.
The well swings, a cradle of light,
By the river's edge, a courtyard bright.
Slumber, come carried on the breeze,
Show me your colors, if you please.
We wandered the lanes, you and I,
Weary by night, beneath the sky.
Tired, to grandma's lap we'd creep,
And to fairy lands, in slumber deep.
This is my tale, my very own.
No worry then, no pretense to hide,
The world held within our hand inside.
In a childish tongue, our songs we'd sing,
And new toys for all, we would bring.
We asked for more than life could hold,
He broke the vow, his story told.
Who can bring back those moments of grace,
The bygone days, time cannot replace?
This is my tale, my very own.
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