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On the Banks of Needle Brook
I would sit on the banks of needle brook
And dream of faraway lands
To where I would go
Nobody would know
I would dance upon clouds
And ride on the tails of comets
I would swim in oceans deep
And ride on the backs of wild animals
I would swing on vines in deep jungles
And skip on the tops of steep mountains
But then I would come back and find my place on the banks of needle brook.
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Deborah Seale
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