April
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As a little child With a fantasy wild Before me, an empty white world For I am the great With a wish to create And commands without a word I make my dreams clear voices no one can hear And faces wich no one can touch All that is gray is thrown away You would say, what´s real is not much The sky becomes blue lake and sea too The sun shines strong were I rule The grass on fields spread like a wonderful bed I control day and night with my tool No one can discern What I´ve learned It´s mine and it´s in my arms It´s my own little hill Were no one can get ill And were no one can do any harm A warm crayon Makes me carry on To a world, far away and beyond
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