My world
In a land far far away,There's a place I want to say.
The Earth speaks to my soul,
Being away takes its' toll.
It's the lilt in the air,
Rolling hills are everywhere.
It's the chimneys that smoke,
The spirit that never broke.
It sings of a time of old,
Where the people were brave and bold.
Magic is here and there,
The creatures have naught a care.
My soul it sings to me,
And is immediately set free.
It's in the way the lambs dance,
As if they're in some old trance.
The waves lap upon the shore,
It's like I've never been here before.
This world is my dream,
As tranquil as a bubbly stream.
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