Somewhere over hill and meadow
Somewhere under field and dale
Somewhere in the misty mountain
Through the blustery raging gale
There’s a place that’s waiting for you
A place enchanted that you’ll find
When you walk through fog and shadow
When your skin you’ve left behind.

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