Speaker six: (restless, wearing a yellow suit)
I speak of a place they won't want you to know.
where the hills are alive and all that they show:
is not quite the fantasy, not quite make-believe,
the trees are to whisper of all that they've seen.
Ho! how it is lavish! (wondrous and free)
But oh, they will spite with a furious creed.
Calling it false! (a land that's untrue:
I am but to whisper of all that they'll do.)
Then come stow away so you might learn to see,
all the things you've once known of the night, called a dream.
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