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I know a place around the edge of night which is quite fairWhere ships sail out on fireflies
And bats carry the air
Of pumpkin queens and lighthouse beams on things that aren't quite there
It isnt in your dreams
But I can take you if you will
Come with me around the wall and over the third hill.
Where you may find the darkest night
That binds reality
For sometimes there in dreams we can see what really ought to be
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