The Stuff that Dreams Are Made off

There’s a place out on the edge of town sir
Risin’ above the factories and the fields
Now ever since I was a child I can remember that mansion on the hill

In the summer all the lights would shine there’d be music playin’ people laughin’ all the time
Me and my sister we’d hide out in the tall corn fields
Sit and listen to the mansion on the hill
©1982 B Springsteen

Kris Saelen March 9, 2009
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