When I was young,
Young,
Used to think,
Think,
I used to think,
My love would,
Would come from,
From the land,
The land of stars and fairies,
Stars and fairies,
From some dreamland,
Dreamland of flowers and hopping butterflies
Becoming the shining white moon,
The twinkling star,
The blooming flower,
The flying butterfly,
But it it did not,
Did not happen it all.
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