Cora laughs with the mirth of a child
As she frees the bindings of your mind
Pushing away so called "reality"
To another space and time
When one believed in fairies
And easily jumped over the moon
Blowing bubbles into chocolate milk
Playing drums with wooden spoons
Rainbows were to slide down on
A red rag to fight a bull
All these things you can do
Just close your eyes
And let Cora show you
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