My Own Little World
In my own little world where everything spins,
Nobody cries and everyone wins.
Where stars fly by waving, and children can sing.
Where the world won't need saving and the birds can take wing.
Where the hopeless are happy and so full of life
Where the are no such words as anguish and strife.
It may not be real, but it seems real to me,
So I think I'll stay here, safe as can be.
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