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There is a world of emerald and green
Where empathic people go home to be free.
There is a world, it’s one of a kind
Where posters of art forms explode in the mind.
I jump and I fly up above the moon
Reading the signs like alien runes.
You and I are reeling in the reverie of youth
The circus of beholding underground truth.
There is a world where children can play
And bring back from the beach a seal for the day.
There is a world where spirits can roam
And unwanted children can go to be home.
There is a world, I know it is true
Where all you got to do is be you.
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