Puff the magic dragon, s.a.s.

Rings of smoke through the trees
tell us stories of what we might be,
had we but world enough and time
Take my hand, and give me your life,
let me show you a different kind of world
where the dust has settled
the fog has cleared
the smoke disappeared
and the light's always near

For even if we walk in the darkness,
yay, in the valley of the shadow of death,
the world which I speak of now
will never leave a soul 'bout to drown
There, there is always another
to hold your hand
to help understand
the lay of the land
and what fate has planned


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