Dreamland
One eye closes,
then th other,
and become a spy.
ThenI'm with my friends,
making rediculous poses.
In the saded mists of dreamland,
I fly around to oceans, trees, and sand;
from dungeons, dragons and witches, my imagination takes wing,
I become a queen,
I become a bird and sing.
Dreamland, dreamland...
Where shall we fly tonight?
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