Watching the sky,
from under your tree,
what is it, that you see?
I see houses made of hand carved stones,
wished for by kings and queens.
I see golden trees floating by,
would that be the nightingale's dream?
I see dreams and wishes from all over the world.
From the rich and poor,
from the little and big,
from me and you.
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'The Magic Universe'