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In the land of Dreams

I am a Prince who never has to think.
Whatever I want comes within a blink.
I eat all I can and I am always full.
I have all the toys that are so beautiful.

While playing all day long if I feel hungry.
I can eat the chocolate leaves off a chocolate tree.
The sweet smelling flowers are made of candy.
And the white sugary rivers flow milk it seems.

I could have all these in my land of Dreams.

My big palace gives shelter from the sun.
And my clothes are made of silk, the best ever spun.
None sleep hungry in the kingdom that I rule.
When I am cold during winter, I wear clothes made of wool.

With snow I make ice-creams as winters are so cool.
And some trees bear fruits of toffee and cream roll.
The land of happiness and fun is the one that I own.
As you hear about this, I know your face beams.

But I truly have all this in my land of Dreams.

I don’t mind the scorching sun that burns my face.
This pavement turns into a palace when night wins the race.
Don’t mind the torn clothes, don’t mind the dirty hands.
Just as I go to sleep, my real kingdom stands.

I might be hungry here, but never in my land.
It’s playtime in the day and even in my dreams.
I am filled with joy and I make merry.
I am always happy however sad I may seem.

That’s how I am in my land of Dreams.

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