Come little children, I'll take thee away
Into a land of enchantment
Come little children, the time's come to play
Here in my garden of shadows.
Follow sweet children, I'll show thee the way
Through all the pain and the sorrows.
Weep not poor children, life is this way
Murdering beauty and passion.
Hush now dear children, it must be this way
To weary of life and deception.
Rest now my children, for soon will a way
Into the calm and quiet.
Come little children, I'll take thee away
Into a land of enchantment
Come little children, the time's come to play
Here in my garden if shadows.

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