Kids in the street

They run and play 

Games all the day

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Fields vast unsoiled

Blown green and gold

Fate not foretold.

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Now close your eyes and try to envision velvet skies

Everywhere

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Dream if you can

Of distant lands

Dream if you can.

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(Pipe Organ Solo)

And then you wake into a world to hard to take,

Why let it be

Gone are these kids

And games and fields

And Now You Dream.