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i remember a silly bear a handsome fox and Marion fair oodelolly oodle oh, golly, what a day i remember a girl who read, her loving father and beastly friend yearning to beat the petal's fall in a tale as old as time i remember a boy who could fly, his shadow, and fairy that tinkered behind; that Walt really had a way of enchanting those little times for me in those simple little times when the TV sang and stories rhymed, a kiss was just a dose of chocolate a Crush was a blast of citrus yet in those simple little times, i sat on that yellow-striped bed of mine and dreamed of all the final 'ups' change up, grow up, end up i'm now at the threshold in-between child and responsibility i'm waiting, i'm reared, i'm ready to go i can't wait yet sometimes my mind plays memories from that enchanted little reverie that was my first taste of love and good with Belle and Peter and Robin Hood and all though the pinnacle moments are near, full of love and real and crushed veneer; truth is, i'll tell you honestly: I can't wait to get going, but i'm not quite ready to leave.