Wishmaster, Wishmaster...
Where are you hiding?
Flying through the night on the dark horse you're riding.
Grant me my wishes...
Grant me them now
If given what asked for, to you I shall bow.
Ride like the wind to get where you're going.
The mare guides the way to where you aren't knowing.....
Wishmaster, where are you?
My soul feels degrating...
To me you shall ride... for my wishes are waiting.
(picture by yours truly)
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