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Author: Dead Next Tuesday
Fiction Rated: K - English - Fantasy - Reviews: 1 - Published: 06-19-04 - Updated: 06-19-04 - id:1642687
Won't you come and play with me?
Up by the old willow tree
Where blue birds fly in the palm of your hand
And there is nothing but beauty surrounded by land
Where curious minds do wander and roam
Up above into the sky unknown
Where dreams are but a wish away
And you never have to leave and you can always stay
Where laughter rings in the very air
And the trees sing without a care
Where minds discover amazing places
Of other worlds containing mysterious faces
Where death departs and leaves wellsprings of life
And there's no more pain, and there's no more strife
And all of this, it's just a stroll away waiting for you and I
So come with me, and away we'll fly


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