Playground of the imagination
Reach your hand into my basket. If you dare. No ma'am, that's not a snake. Yes ma'am, I'm happy to see you. :-D
The genie’s out of the bottle;She ain’t never goin’ back.She’s left that barren hovelFor a life on the fast track.The genie’s found a new dreamAnd she’s chasing after it.She’s tired of the old gamesAnd of having to submit.The genie can not settleFor the life she used to know;Stagnation is a kind of deathAnd leaves no room to grow.The genie wants a new lifeFilled with love and happiness.She longs to make it happenDespite its elusiveness.hehehe
Too many glorious sights to take in at once, these however are something quite extraordinary. Musical, the movement and the changes, the intertwining and overlapping, stunning images.
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Reach your hand into my basket. If you dare. No ma'am, that's not a snake. Yes ma'am, I'm happy to see you. :-D
The genie’s out of the bottle;
She ain’t never goin’ back.
She’s left that barren hovel
For a life on the fast track.
The genie’s found a new dream
And she’s chasing after it.
She’s tired of the old games
And of having to submit.
The genie can not settle
For the life she used to know;
Stagnation is a kind of death
And leaves no room to grow.
The genie wants a new life
Filled with love and happiness.
She longs to make it happen
Despite its elusiveness.
hehehe
Too many glorious sights to take in at once, these however are something quite extraordinary. Musical, the movement and the changes, the intertwining and overlapping, stunning images.
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