| Prologue |
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| The fields are aglow in autumn yellow |
| And the sky is a robin’s egg blue |
| It makes you wish |
| When you fall asleep |
| You will dream about the view |
| Bizarre and improbable and pretty |
| As a page from the fairy-tale books |
| It makes you wish |
| That the world could be |
| As lovely as it looks |
| It makes you wish |
| That the world could be |
| As lovely as it looks |
