| Here amongst my wildest dreams
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| Love it grows on trees
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| Fall is once a year
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| And dads don’t leave
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| In my wildest dreams
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| Everyone thinks in green
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| The birds sing Fur Elise
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| To me
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| Cemented in the newly mended me
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| Us
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| Sticks and stones some lessons
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| Far and wide eyes
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| I go to the library and find
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| Truth
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| Books and words some lessons new
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| And eyes
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| Wide
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| Somewhere in my mind it seems
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| Doubt it grows like weeds
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| Fertilized with fear
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| And sad won’t leave
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| Then I stop and breathe
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| Let everything just be
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| The birds sing Fur Elise
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| To me
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| Cemented in the newly mended me
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| Us
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| Sticks and stones some lessons
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| Far and wide eyes
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| I go to the library and find
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| Truth
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| Books and words some lessons new
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| And eyes
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| Wide
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| I’m here amongst my wildest dreams
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| Now |