There is a place we all used to go long back when we were kids,
That secret hiding place where dragons and fairies lived.
Laughing papa bears,
And galloping unicorns,
Lions that told you bedtime stories.
And genies lived in a lamp.
We could hear them all so vividly
Way - back - then,
Now my quiet places are quiet,
Not full of joy and fantasy,
I sometimes wish my imagination,
Could bring those sounds back to me.
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