| I can remember as a child
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| When no one could play with me
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| In the attic I would hide
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| Were my mind set me free
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| Up the stairs with my favourite toy
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| A dog with the softest of furs
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| All the days he gave me joy
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| And my fantasy took place
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| Walking trough the wakening woods
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| The treetop filters the sun
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| Beams of light cross my path
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| And it filled my soul with fun
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| Welcome to my magic forest
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| Were fantasy and truth collide
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| Welcome to my magic forest
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| There’s need for you to hide
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| On the ground a carpet of green
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| That softens the narrow way
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| Creatures that you seldom see
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| Are whispering to me to stay
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| Underneath the old oak tree
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| Below the trailing root
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| A silver stream is floating free
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| Pouring tunes on it’s lusty flute
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| Welcome to my magic forest
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| Were fantasy and truth collide
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| Welcome to my magic forest
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| There’s need for you to hide
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| It’s all in the air
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| I feel their presence now
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| So divine and fair
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| Welcome to my magic forest
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| Were fantasy and truth collide
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| Welcome to my magic forest
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| There’s need for you to hide
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| On meadows were I take my chance
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| The fog fills all the air
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| Elves seduce me with their dance
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| Surrounds me with golden hair
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| Slowly I return from sleep
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| Walls around me again
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| Just happiness and I won’t weep
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| Just me and my best friend |