When shall We arrive in happy land?
Where gold is the color of hills and sand,

Troubles all but fade away,
At the end of the cool of day,

All I meet they love not hate, and this love does not dissapate,
There is no war or even crime, No one fights to earn a dime,
No one yearns for others toys, Everyone good little girls and boys,
So when shall We arrive in happy land? The time is now so take my hand!






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