There are walls I can climb
There are fields, they are green
Do you know what they said
When I entered the scene?
This place it is yours
Run hither and to
No need to wear shoes
No harm here for you
The spongy new plant beds
Pink petals for toes
And buttercups shine sunlight
Right under your nose
My hair it flew free
Catching light in the air
No watch on my wrist
No time and no care
This place is not real
But I go when I choose
Escaping the darkness
Escaping my blues
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