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11.01.2001
"Sing me a song, where crystal lights fall. Where crying is not allowed, and singing is all. Sing me a song, where the fairies all win Where monsters aren't monsters, and kinfolk are kin. Sing me a song, where I can escape-- Flying into the clouds, away from it all. Sing me a song, where you don't have to think. No thoughts are allowed, just free will and song. Sing me a song, that you know you love to hear, where our voices mingle-- completely clear. Sing me a song, in the crisp night air. Where the moonlight stands firm, shining in my hair. Sing me a song, where I don't have to cry. Where I don't have to think, where I am never shy. Sing me a song, of yellow daffodils. That tells of great green fields, and great rolling hills. Sing me a song, where my mother nevers yells-- or me at her-- over slightly trifling matters. Sing me a song, where everything is right-- in spite of all that's wrong-- in my darkness with no light. Sing me a song, where I know no wrong-- and things are fun, and nothing is too long. Show me this song I ask most firmly-- I would guess that it doesn't exist. The darkness is strength to some-- And our sins are all too great to list."
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