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Oh, My Friends

Oh, my friends
Dance to where cats play
Dance to the Summerland
Chase rabbits, birds and butterflys.
May there always be a spot of sun to warm you.
And cool shade to rest under.
Oh, my friends.
Dance to a Summerland.
May there always be a lap to hold you
Hands to stroke you
Someone to play chase with.
Oh, my friends,
Dance to the Summerland
May there always be a garden to play in
Your own private jungle to explore
And no danger, no cars, no sickness, ANYWHERE

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