All through the happy Childhood land They travel the Shining Way, The children fresh from the dawn of life, With never a thought but play. There’s never a care ’neath the shining hair Where the sunrise stores its beams; The wind that blows is the wind of morn From the shore of the Sea of Dreams.…
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