Come take a walk down to the lake,
Where night comes in sunlights wake,
Where willows weep and fairies keep
to shadows while we're still asleep.
Where they would lead us if they could,
along old paths through hazel wood,
to see a brand new dawn unfurled,
to see beyond another world
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