I've always wanted to see the land of snow.
Where forever the plants will grow.
No dormant times for birch, or oak.
The summer breeze is not a hoax.
The sky tinged pink, with no sun in sight.
The stars being the only source of light.
These things, are things I'd love to see.
See them I will, in my dreams.
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