I am a magic feather,
Forever floating free.
I land on children's pillows,
When they dream of me.
They rise to a surprise,
Happy smiles and full of glee.
For I wear the colours of a rainbow,
That are unique to me.
A treasure to forever keep,
A memory made of gold.
When children awake from sleep,
A dream on which to hold.
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