Man If I could write a song
to whom wud dat belong
The beauty who sets my heart aflutter
or the poor child cleanin up the gutters
In the neverland of the dreams of yore
where in deed i have been before
apples hanging from the trees
where all men & women are free
raucous crowds celebrating life
joy everywhere, no violence,no strife
no rich, no poor, all are the same
deaf, dumb, blind or lame
lead me into such lands
where the sun shines down upon the sands
clear waters, lazy sea
datz whr I want to be!!!
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