Her Electric Echo
There's a secret that I've kept
Since I was a child.
There's a world I've known
Since before I could speak.
Where the air is full of sunlight,
And I walk over ground
Where everything is growing.
Where the sun is alive
And I look into a sky
With clouds that are glowing.
It's lush, the ground is green,
I'm calling out
And you can hear me
And you can see me
The End
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Prismatica. This chapter
was posted on Dec 8, 2011 by
Preece.
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