When the night's sky looses it's hand,
The sun comes out with a *****,

"Ready for a merry day?"

Digging a deep hole inside my head,
So that I can see light again.  

"Now here I leave you to stay cheerful!"

The winged beast croon from space,
And the magical words spoken stays.

But as her words utter from a still of silence,
My memory seems to be dazed.