I've lost my heart,
I've lost my mind,
Neither of which
I wish to find.
I'm not the scarecrow,
I'm not the lion.
I'm poor little Dorothy,
Lost and crying.
Life's black and white,
But I dream in colour.
And a rainbow is nothing,
To all the others.
Thought and emotion
Got off three stops back.
Yet till this day,
There's nothing I lack.
I've got ruby rings,
And emerald shoes.
I can click my heels,
But it's no use.
I have no home,
I'm just bejewelled.
And magic's the drug
Of choice for fools.
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