There is a land
By the sea
Where by the end
Of the day
Who is there
To say
What is
Reality
Like the stories
Of child lore
Creature come out
And play
By the shore
Frolic
They do
Into the night
With
No traces
By daylight
So when
You stand
To watch
The sky get painted
Do not be afraid
As now you
Understand
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