Have you seen the tangerine, that swims in the garden on a chair
talks to the tree of golden faces, where the magic becomes a reality
Have you heard the musical bird,
that flys in a fish tank full of people
sings to the sky of hearts and pencils
where the mystery becomes a secret
Tables and chairs talk in a room,
Whilst lions and pandas discuss their doom
creatures whistle in the night,
Guitars and scissors start to fight
Its not the wizard in the funfair, or the man with his favorite toothbrush
but the ghost of a young sailor on a hill, with a cat on his lap
Rocks and stones start to breathe,
flowers packing ready to leave
The english man with his pipe,
sings a tune to the world
Know one listens but the trees,
with golden faces on their knees
everything looks older than me,
behind the mirror in this fantasy
Take me away, far from here,
behind the mirror in the strange world
Alice in her wonderland,
charlie in his factory
Jack up the beanstalk,
all behind this fantasy
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