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I often walk through my own world in my mind,
A beautiful world without the thought of money
Or such things that will turn a man's heart to greed,
I walk where there is always something in bloom,
And where all the wild things are my friends,
Where troubles cease to be,
And God takes my hand and says "Walk with me."

Such a world I would share!
It would not be destroyed by the thought of selfishness,
But rather be nurtured by selflessness,
Because such a world is for everyone to share.
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