Dreamland
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Shaun Cronick
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There's a place crafting children's dreams,
To be found to the left of heaven.
A magical site which never shuts,
Always open twenty four, seven.
When good souls float up to heaven,
They pass these dreams feeling glad.
For every one, once dreamt them,
As youngsters the best they ever had.
These dreams seeking sleeping children,
Each one finding a child as planned.
These dreams are wishes to come true,
All affectionately made at Dreamland.
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