From my Ivory Tower
So high up in the sky
I see the world so differently
As the days go marching by
Here in my Ivory Tower
No one can see me cry
I'm the master of my destiny
I think, I plan and I try
Up in my Ivory Tower
Where the sun meets the sky
I don't need any steps to climb
When I have the wings to fly
Outside my Ivory Tower
Pink Butterflies flutter by
Like a magical patterned backdrop
Against the cerulean sky
Inside my Ivory Tower
I paint with an Artistic Eye
Imagination is King and I the Queen
A pawn that did not die
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