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Through an archway of rambling pink and white roses,
on a mountainside far away where time has been frozen,
you can enter a kingdom of green rolling hills,
with air so fresh, where your dreams your heart fills,
of joyous laughter with each dancing step,
your freedom awaits if you it so let…
Your gaze fills with visions as true magic unfolds,
long forgotten tales woven through tree branches old,
gurgling brooks singing songs to which your soul knows the words,
and butterfly wings tickle senses you’ve lost and unlearnt.
Come with me to this land that exists and is true,
where the air is warm and the sky oh so blue,
where the half moon you sprinkles with its silvery dust,
where you glow in your faith as you should and you must.
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