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Music: via UDIO, FUZZ-0.8 Lyrics: Lewis Carroll. 'A Boat Beneath A Sunny Sky', altered & amended. Original text follows immediately, altered text below * A boat beneath a sunny sky, Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July — Children three that nestle near, Eager eye and willing ear, Pleased a simple tale to hear — Long has paled that sunny sky: Echoes fade and memories die: Autumn frosts have slain July. Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes. Children yet, the tale to hear, Eager eye and willing ear, Lovingly shall nestle near. In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die: Ever drifting down the stream — Lingering in the golden gleam — Life, what is it but a dream? • Bliss is wondering estray Flecks of sunlight idly sway Former things are passed away Former things are passed away A boat beneath a sunny sky, Lingering onward dreamily In an Evening of July — Children three that nestle near, Eager eye and willing ear, Pleased a simple tale to hear — Ever drifting down the stream — Lingering in the golden gleam — Life, what is it but a dream? Long has paled that sunny sky: Echoes fade and memories die: Autumn frosts have slain July. Ever drifting down the stream — Life, what is it but a dream? Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes. Born from Silent Golden gleam — Life, what are you but a dream? Children yet, the tale to hear, Eager eye and willing ear, Lovingly shall nestle near. In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die: Life, what is it but a stream Ever drifting down the dream — Born from silent golden gleam.