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There is a castle on a cloud, I like to go there in my sleep, Not in my castle on a cloud. Aren’t any floors for me to sweep, There is a room that’s full of toys, There are a hundred boys and girls, Nobody shouts or talks too loud, Not in my castle on a cloud. There is a lady all in white, Holds me and sings a lullaby, She’s nice to see and she’s soft to touch, She says, “Cosette, I love you very much.” I know a place where no one’s lost, I know a place where no one cries, Crying at all is not allowed, Not in my castle on a cloud. From Letras Mania