Dreams keep running through my mindReflecting memories of long ago.
Made in a land of fairy tales,A place my heart longs for so.Cut off from the rest of the worldWith streams, and meadows to roam,Viewed from a little girl's eyes,A place that would always be homA place where berries grew wildWhere rabbits and squirrels were seenWhere a racoon could be a friendAnd deer played down by the stream.A world where imagination made all come trueAnd a little girl could be a queenWhere daydreams were spun like cobwebsBut a world where everything wasn't what it seemed.For every little girl has to grow upAnd daydreams shatter in your hand,You find the home you thought was your owIs nothing but a simple piece of land.The flowers don't seem to bloom so bright,And fairy tales no longer come true,For it is seen now through grownup eyes,No longer the world that you knew.But still...Somewhere in the back of my mindThat place will always remaiFrom all those memories long agoTo beckon me back time and again.
Made in a land of fairy tales,A place my heart longs for so.Cut off from the rest of the worldWith streams, and meadows to roam,Viewed from a little girl's eyes,A place that would always be homA place where berries grew wildWhere rabbits and squirrels were seenWhere a racoon could be a friendAnd deer played down by the stream.A world where imagination made all come trueAnd a little girl could be a queenWhere daydreams were spun like cobwebsBut a world where everything wasn't what it seemed.For every little girl has to grow upAnd daydreams shatter in your hand,You find the home you thought was your owIs nothing but a simple piece of land.The flowers don't seem to bloom so bright,And fairy tales no longer come true,For it is seen now through grownup eyes,No longer the world that you knew.But still...Somewhere in the back of my mindThat place will always remaiFrom all those memories long agoTo beckon me back time and again.
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