Crumpled underneath her feet
But deeper, and more vibrant, too
Captivating through and through
Her hair blows back and forth, and sometimes
So it is with her very mind
But the things she finds upon her shoulders
Somehow vanish when he holds her
The trees shoot skyward as someday they will
He says he'll carry her world when she's had her fill
And he skips stones across the brooke
The boy she loves, in his storybook
They could stay there forever,
Oh, if they could stay there forever
His voice is her favorite symphony heard
As he ventures to rescue his dear Wendy-bird
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