Tree of Stories
Once upon a time in a kingdom of old
there was a hidden garden and inside
a tree of stories grew.
Each piece of fruit a fairy tale,
a dream come true, a piece of magic,
a promise made.
If only I could find that garden,
if I could see that tree of stories,
I would sit and watch the fruit
as it grows.
Each piece of fruit a fairy tale,
a dream come true, a piece of magic,
a promise made.
Once upon a time there was a dark cavern
And inside it there sat a spinner.
She spun her yarn of dreams and stories,
of treasures lost and treasures found
And those who came to her at night
would sit across from her and wait
as she revealed her magic yarn
just for them.
If only I could find that spinner,
if only I could stay and watch
as she spins her yarn of dreams
of treasures lost and treasures found,
as she reveales her magic yarn
just for me.
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