Come with me to a magical land.
Put your trust in me.
Come along and take my hand.
As the evil wind whistles through the tree,
that is our cue
to go to the land were we are free.
We will come back in a few hours.
But for right now lets use
our imagination and special powers.
Our wonderful imagination is how
to get to the land.
So the time to imagine is now.
So come and take my hand.
Put your trust in me,
and we will go to a magical land.
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