Let’s go and find the key
That’s close to the fine pot of gold,
Tell me where the empty room is
To fill it with my range of dreams
Let’s return to the place of tales
And a case a case of happy endings
Met our match, we shall stop
The magical window sill
It then hit me, smack on
The searching high and low
At all costs, shall go on, for
There is no risk of “The End”
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