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Climb to my knee, little boy, little boy, -- / If you look, as the sun sinks low, / Where the cloud-hills rise in the western skies, / Each one with its crest aglow, / O'er the rosy sea, where the purple isles / Have beaches of golden sand, / To the fleecy height of the great cloud, white, / You may catch a gleam of the twinkling light / At the harbor of Sunset-land.
It's a wonderful place, little boy, little boy, / And its city is Sugarplum Town, / Where the slightest breeze through the candy trees / Will tumble the bon-bons down; / Where the fountains sprinkle their lemonade / In syrupy, cooling streams; / And they pave each street with a goody, sweet, / And mark them off in a manner neat, / With borders of chocolate creams.