My backyard

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In my backyard there are too many
things going on
There are many different kinds of trees
My neighbor is always singing the same song
And there are very busy buzzing bees
Things aren't really what they seem here
Its almost as if everything was unreal
I know you wont believe me
But my best friend is a talking deer
When you see it you will know what i feel
You can even fly if you wanted to
Or lift things with your mind
In my backyard you will never feel blue
Even the hardest treasures are easy to find
My backyard is in every nation
It's actually called your imaginaiton





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