- The afternoon has come,
and I must be going,
drag this canoe on shore,
and pack away the song,
I composed for you,
maybe tommorow,
the tide will bring "you",
dressed in Fragapani,
hibiscus in your hair,
I'll have that single rose for you,
and in the privacy of our chambers,
I'll sing you the song,
of how fairies make dreams come true,
always
ME
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