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in Central Park my loves combine
where claymade form and grass entwine
to scupt a golem tall and fair
with sprightly wit and knightly air
to sweep me off my weary feet
and whisk me to the stars at night
where flights of fancy find a seat
amidst the lands of giants' might
where suns and moons swirl unattended
whisper sweetly all is mended
while we both but slumber here
amidst the whirling twirling spheres
we lay suspended sighing so
ignorant of the beast below
the beast within who drives our sight
to fly among the stars at night
with not a word I step aboard
and leave this world of mine behind
I'd give up all I can afford
to fly with you through space and time