
Lyrics
Miss Prue, a lady with moonbeams in her hair,
Does float in clouds, and whisper to the breeze.
Her laughter, like a tinkling, silver snare,
Catches the wind in the rustling trees.
In glaring winds, she frolics, wild and free,
Her skirts a-whirl, a vibrant, swirling hue.
She paints the stars, with hues of green,
And sculpts the moon into a statue.
Chorus:
Oh, Prue, with a spirit that's bold and bright,
A soul that dances in morning light.
She traversed the moon as her birthright
And paints the dreams that are out of sight.
Her laughter rang, a joyful, sweet refrain,
A soul unbound, that escapes earthly chains.
With piglet dogs, she roams thru fields of green,
A symphony of barks make her spellbound
Her soul, a tapestry, forever seen,
Where magic lives, and wonders are found.
She sees the ghosts, that flitted through the night,
And hears the angels, singing soft and low.
A world of fantasy, about to take flight,
Where unicorns soar, and mushrooms glow.
Bridge:
Esoteric dreams, a mystic's quest,
Connecting souls, a sacred test.
Unveiling truths, the mysteries unfold,
A story whispered, brave and bold.
Oh, Prue, with spirit wild and free,
A soul that dances eternally.
Chorus:
Oh, Prue, with a spirit that's bold and bright,
A soul that danced in the morning light.
She traversed the moon as her birthright
And painted dreams that are out of sight.
Her laughter rang, a joyful, sweet refrain,
A soul unbound, that escapes earthly chains.
Of Prudence born, yet folly was her guide,
She'd dance with shadows, in the pale moonlight.
The world, a canvas, where her fancies died,
And blossomed anew from the frostbite.
Miss Prue, with eyes that hold a curious gaze,
A soul most strange, in a constant daze
Her art, a mirror of her soul's desire,
A burst of color under a spotlight.
A touch of magic, set her soul on fire,
A wondrous world seen only in hindsight.
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