When I hear the singers
Singing,
It gets my imagination
Winging,
My own head, it starts
A-ringing
With music
Being made.
So plan your fun
And you plan your future
Planting seeds
Of joy to sprout
Then someday soon
You'll look back on it
And know your life
Was richer now.
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