Long ago, there was this dark road,
Where-in a bearded man lived in a shanty abode.
Everything merry passed him missing,
He then turned up his head and found a new wishing.
Turned up that age of sweet dreamy yore,
With her canvassed lass twined in each folklore.
Time passed by into another green day,
And turned up another lady from hay.
Deranged did found that old boy,
In a new thought of this unworldly joy.
But for that ‘second’, was a day in blue,
A thought in paint and which she never knew.
He painted her in shades of his letters,
In a dream for a girl which really matters.
Called it-up numbered like Friday the scary-ly,
Yes it was a dream indeed, and not just fairy-ly
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