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There's a land behind the mountains
Where trees grow a hundred feet high
Where beasts can play in the quiet of day
And stars shine in brilliant blue sky
This land unknown to endings
Is the place from which we came
The dawn is adventure beginning
Or anything else you can name
The deer wake the children with kisses
And beckon them yonder to play
To forests, or fields of flowers
And picking an orange on the way
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