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Not So Far Away
I know a place, not so far away,
Where everyone seemed to be happy.
Flowers smelled good, and trees were tall,
And white animals ran in the sky.
Every new thing I did was a joy,
And feasts brought so much happiness.
Real sorrow never came there
Only the one a kiss can calm.
I was so happy I didn't want to leave.
I had everything I had ever hoped for.
For nothing was lacking there, it was a place of joy
Where all my wishes turned into life.
I had a house in the highest of trees,
And it was much more beautiful than a castle.
And though I knew it was not so,
To me it was just the same : it was mine!
I had a son which I called Pierrot,
And I was his mother.
Pierrot had a dog, and blankets, and a little bed of his own.
And we were happy together.
I had dogs, and cats, and a rabbit and a frog,
And I was their doctor.
I had a bear, he was my pillow,
I dreamed with my head on his belly.
I had a horse, and he was the fastest.
He took me wherever I wanted.
With him I've seen so many places
That I can't recall half of them.
I had books, a whole collection,
But I always asked for the same.
My Mom read Dumbo so often
That I could tell when she changed the words.
Sometimes we would turn the sofa upside down,
And we would hide under.
Sometimes we took all the blankets,
And built ourselves a tent.
The highest place of the world
Was in the park across the street.
Sometimes I'd climb up to the top
And look at the world from high above.
I'd make up beautiful bouquets
With wild flowers and pine branches.
I also had my stone under the three trees,
That made a ceiling over my head.
Other times I left with my kite,
And flew it as high as a plane.
In winter we would slide down the hill,
And climb up, and slide down again until we dropped.
It was a time of no worry,
Of no trouble of any kind.
If I could think of a place to spend my life,
It would be there.
I stayed there as long as I could,
But I was growing too fast.
Soon I bumped my head on the ceiling of my dreams.
All my friends were going away.
I tried to stay, but it was useless.
I didn't fit in there anymore, and I was sad.
I can never live there again,
But sometimes I can visit.
In fact I go every Christmas
When the parents are gone to the Church at midnight.
I sit with my little cousins on the floor,
And play with them and their new toys.
I spend a night there every Halloween,
When I put on strange clothes,
And pretend that I am someone else,
Just like when I was younger.
I still like being young,
And I guess I will always do.
I'm growing up, I'd prefer being like a child,
But most of the time I don't remember how.
Elbereth Gilthoniel
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