I know a place to get away,
Where all of night turns into day.
It is a land of fantasy,
Yet it may seem a reality.
It exists inside of everyone,
A mother, father, daughter, and son.
A place to go when the day is old,
Whether you are hot, warm, or even cold.
A place to go without a care,
And never worry about the air.
This land of make-believe may seem as a gleam,
But it is as clear as a Dream.
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