Back when the Beatuy and the Beast tree was healthy, and life was great.

More from The Magical Door

by: Jonathan Webb 

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Follow me now into a bed of soft roses.

And please take my hand...

For you will understand...

The sadness I feel,

When i see a dead rose,

to you it's not real,

in this line of prose.

One day you'll "see the light",

as I have before.

So please leave the night,

through my Magical Door.

Life is too pure,

of that I am sure.

For the shadows of children

have all come show,

that there can be no hell,

that also I know.

So take my hand,

and walk through the door.

Do not be afraid,

I'll help you find more.

My thoughts do swim,

through a bed of soft roses,

written all on a whim

and now it all closes.

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