Ghosts and goblins,
Wonder and wander,
Don�t you dare think,
Or dare to ponder.
Greener than green,
Brighter than light,
I will tell you again,
This is a sight.
Like the blowing wind,
It comes and it goes,
At its own consent,
It wishes and flows.
This is a place where
We�re all free,
From harm and war,
Under our tree.
We are at peace,
With one another,
You and me,
Sister and brother.
There is nothing,
Nothing to plea,
Nothing to argue,
Nothing, but you and me.
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