In pencil lines of ages past,
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Idea maps were being drawn
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Over the world.
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Storytime in your wildest mind.
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What a wonderful
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Magic animal.
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Mother to child,
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Singing a long song.
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Set sail, seaworthy vessel.
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Fill your holds with the sound
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Of daughters and sons
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Wagging their tongues.
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Written down in ink so clear,
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Voices of a yesteryear.
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Dreams are whispered in an ear.
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Chatterboxes
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| Deerhoof |
