Found In a Thimble

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Come adventuring with me.

The stars are bright tonight, you see—

there are constellations to be named

and far off islands to be claimed.

 

The stars are bright tonight. You see

the sail-clouds rimmed in dying daylight, adrift by

far-off islands to be claimed

under the banner of our joy?

 

Sail on clouds rimmed in dying daylight, blown adrift by

the winds of our first fancy.

Under the banner of our joy,

let’s trip the twilight by our dancing,

 

for the winds of our first fancy

blow away the grown-up nightmares

found in the twilight of our dancing.

You and me, we’ll take a thousand dares,

 

just to blow away the grown-up nightmares.

Remember what those islands meant to

you and me? We’ll take a thousand dares

in honor of the cleverness of you.

 

Remember what those islands meant. Too

long have we strayed from the stars, our sea,

in honor of the cleverness of you—

now you understand, you see.

 

Long have we strayed from the stars, our sea.

In honor of the cleverness of you—

for now you understand, you see—

come adventuring again with me. 

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