I dreamt of a land like Coleridge - a distant Zanzibar or Xanadu
Where water flows up and birds can talk and dogs can sing well too
Where nonsense words from Edward Lear, Lewis Carrol or Monty Python
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How easily the innocence of youth is lost! I'd love to have my imagination back and free as it was then. Thank you for a perfect slice of nostalgia. x