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| My imagination tries To see what's beyond the skies! What has been and what will be, Shrouded there in mystery. I can dream of many things! Like a bird, I use my wings. While I'm sitting here at home I can let my fancy roam. Through the magic of the mind I can soar until I find Anything I want to see! God will open it to me. | ||
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