the yellow brick road became sweeter... witches and shadows between my legs... the little munchkins are dancing fearlessly... with flying monkeys up on their heads...
there's a fire brewing... I'm shriking, or is it this place?... I would like to fly away in a bubble... but instead a tornado took me away...
They say there's no place like home... but I think I haven't found mine yet... I'll keep searching in my ruby sleepers... until is time to wake...
Marry me, oh Great Wizard... make me Queen of the West... no room for me Eastbound... want to die where the Sun rest...
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