Waltzing down round the hall,
Swirling on to the court,
Swinging blues to the dream,
Country trot in the beam
All transparent and blue
Of the moonlight untrue …
That’s my whim, and my wish,
And my will,
And I will dance through debris,
Waltz to sea in the blue,
Trot to heavens of bliss
In my new swinging course
On the land of caprice,
To the city of Oz…
You’re my whim,
You’re my wish,
You’re my will.
My Whim, My Wish, My Will
© Copyright: Мария Фил-Бор, 2017
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