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Take me on your magic trip
Show me the world you see
All I can do is set you free
And grant you the right to be

With the gentleness of a frightened bird
As sensitive as the wind
She came to me so soft and warm
And nestled deep within

She said she was an orphan child
No one had cared for her
She'd found a home at thirteen years
It was hardly more than shelter

Her foster was a kindly man
Who travelled far away
The wife, she was a lonely soul
With barely a word to say

She came to me on velvet shoes
As open as the sky
She said, "Sir Knight, please carry me
I haven't wings to fly"

I took her close and held her there
And whispered in her ear
The song the birds had taught to me
And the secret to the air

She looked at me with hopelessness
Of one who cannot try
As I alone flew towards the sun
She withered and she died

Take me on your magic ship
Show me the world you see
All I can do is set you free
And grant you the right to be

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