The day in question
I was glad
I met a Prussian
His name was Vlad
We took our questions to a room and weighed them
To see who’s weighed the more, and who had imagination
I took mine from the dream world
Where everything is new and old
No question seemed to bold
In my little dream world
We took our questions to an elderly gentleman that we both knew
Who we both deemed the wisest of the three of us
He turned our world inside out, blue is red and red is blue
We wandered to the depot, to find we had missed our bus
I took it in my dream world
Where the seats are paved in gold
No of it is hot or cold
In my little dream world
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