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When I was gazing oe'r my world, In a haze benneth a flowering tree, I dreamt of far off lands and reaching out of hands, Of fairy dreams and peaceful streams, Beside which both fairies and I sit, My world becomes a calming and peaceful place, Because the fairies and I have met, And each have reached out and joined hands, And if you believe, and if you feel, you too can find peace from within. |
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