I wish this poem were pixie dust. To throw into your eyes I wish this poem were pixie dust. To throw into your eyes

Yes, l love to play with fireflies ... They make beautiful my night Yes, l love to play with fireflies ... They make beautiful my night

And the soul; In it's purest form... Reaches the sky and heaven's door. Becoming pixie dust, And the soul; In it's purest form... Reaches the sky and heaven's door. Becom...