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  1. Flight of Fancy

From the recording Flight of Fancy


Flight of Fancy
By bluZ
(Copyright 11/14/2016)
A new, New Years came;
That new, New Years went.
Another year spent
Just paying the rent.
Day Two was her birthday,
‘N she felt that a change …
A more hopeful spirit …
Had come into range.
In a tub of rose petals
With a fistful of Dom,
And a mind growing calm,
An idea was bubbling.
The old way was crumbling.
A grand butterfly
Of burnt silver ‘n gold
On her fourth finger
Would hover and linger.
Then flit in the light
That caught it just right.
What a sight to behold …
What a sight to behold.
With black diamond eyes
And subtle red specks,
 It would soar to the skies
Never loosing a cry.
But fixed to her finger
It ever would be.
Its own freedom captured
To set her heart free …
To set her heart free.