You and me met in the afterlife.
We thought that it was a dream
at first. But it never ended, and
never ends. By eye to eye glance,
understanding converged. We
realized this was
forever to us.
An unending maze and sprawl
of rides and concession stands,
and colored lights, and carousel
music and games, and prize.
Always in motion, and always
night. And always beautiful,
bright and gay - and we're
happy there
now,
hoping crowds
show up? At some point? This
is the best place, mate. And
to rule this joint, we only
need us,
but
it seems too sweet
and good not to share.
Besides, who will ever
believe this stuff?
A fair without end,
running everywhere.
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