"Serenade". Did you see the Light. As they fell around you. Did you hear the music. Serenade from the stars.
Wake up, wake up.
Wake up and look around you.
We're lost in space.
And the time is our own.
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|. |. |. “At present I absolutely want to paint a starry sky. It often seems to me that night is still more richly coloured than the day; having hues of the most intense violets, blues and greens. If only you pay attention to it you will see that certain stars are lemon-yellow, others pink or a green, blue and forget-me-not brilliance. And without my expatiating on this theme it is obvious that putting little white dots on the blue-black is not enough to paint a starry sky.”
So I tell you a Little secret. Who knew that I could fly?
I'm the queen of the world in the Trees up high. And if you wanna come with me. You Just say the word. I'll be waving my wand and we Both turn into birds.