Let’s lie on green fields
Close your weary eyes
Dream with me of a pretty land
I want a tree by my side
And a bunny out there too,
Sunshine, cute clouds and blue skies
Let the sun wear her garment
And her warmth mild upon us
Let tree leaves shade her light
So I’m a musketeer in Camelot
A fantasy in my restless mind
But what do you dream about?
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