Whenever Im sad and embarassed
Ill look on a tree with yellowish leaves
Ill sit there and wait to forget the past
The tree will carry me to travel places
And there I forget my embarassments
Whenever I want to shout and cry
Ill climb on a mountain very high
Ill sit there morning till night
Ill try to be quiet with all of my might
Nothing will replace my lovely world
Because this is blessed with our Dear Lord
Happiness has many space in me
When Im in a World of Fantasy
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