| Looking through a child’s eye, turning pages from the past
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| Of a story I read so long ago
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| An adventure on a snowy cloud to a garden full of dreams
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| A place where every seed
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| Would have a chance to grow
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| I can hear Isobel singing
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| As she flies above the clouds
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| For her life is just beginning
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| And no one can bring her back down
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| Onwards, as her voyage unfolds
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| With adventures both wonderful and sad,
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| She will never stop believing in the power of her dreams
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| In a world that is surely going mad
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| I still hear Isobel singing
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| As she flies above the clouds
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| When her life was just beginning
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| And no one could bring her back down
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| Spoken:
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| There was once upon a time a little girl called Isobel
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| One night a snowy white cloud came sailing towards her window
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| Like a crystal ship that sparkled in the air
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| 'I've come to take you on a journey', said a quiet voice
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| 'Where?' |
| she asked
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| 'To the land of dreams, except these ones come true if you want them to'
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| Isobel
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| Wake up
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| Wake up, Isobel
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| I still hear Isobel singing
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| As she flies above the clouds
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| When her life was just beginning
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| And no one could bring her back down
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| Isobel
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| Wake up
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| Wake up, Isobel |