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In the land of Neverbelieve

‘In the land of Neverbelieve, ’

 

In the land of Neverbelieve, I saw an old  dusty doll waiting to be played with one last time.

 

In the land of Neverbelieve, I found  a curious flower caught in a cloud of grey, below the mountains.

 

In the land of Neverbelieve, I could see trees dancing away in the breeze like a ballerina.

 

 

In the land of Neverbelieve, I heard the sound of  a dinosaur stomping through the forest.

  

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