The sweetness drops like honeydew on a moonless night.
Flown far to another world away from common sight.
The grounds are different, but it's still eye to eye.
How wonderfully passionate we've become to life.
It's a different language no one else can quite understand.
They don't have the patience or the dreams we can.
Maybe they'll think we're insane and lock us in high towers,
But we're still painting pretty things with our God-given powers.
We understand and know we can change the world forever.
We'll just take them through the gates to see our own endeavors.
Let's paint the town with post cards from where we've been
And we'll fly away beyond the moonless night to the never-end.
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