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My little boy with golden hair Gentle voice With face so fair Through out the day I watch him dream Planning out His night time scheme A kiss godnight All tucked in bed Now asleep Visions dance through his head His room is now a magic place The forest now has filled this space He rises up with his command Guides his menagerie With gentle hand They walk the ramp Up to the chest Selected few Chosen the best When all have entered They will embark Upon dreams journey Like Noah's ark |
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