If I had a magic carpet or a giant set of wings, I'd leave this world of parking lots and noise and motor cars, And I'd fly to far off places, and I'd see a million things, And I'd sleep beneath a canopy of fifty million stars. So play a game of let's pretend and climb aboard my carpet And we'll fly away and do those things we usually cannot. We'll race the dawn around the world, as swiftly as a comet,

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