while grownups sleep in Sunnymede
the children leave their beds
and tiptoe down the creaky stair
where only children tread
they slip into the wondrous night
down to the moonlit shore
and watch as phospherous fishes play
in waters deep and warm

across the waves a ship's horn sounds
in greeting to it's friends
and beacons dance across the tides
where dancing never ends
the children lie flat on their backs
and gaze up at the sky
and pick which stars they'd go to if
they had the power to fly

while grownups sleep in Sunnymede
this magic comes alive
and while they dream their grownup dreams
an ocean kingdom thrives
in darkness where a precious few
can trust in what they see
it's special children everywhere
who set the night world free

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