Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high, There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby. Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true. Someday I'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me. Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops,That's where you'll find me. Somewhere, over the rainbow, bluebirds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow, Why then - oh, why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow why oh why cant I?
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    How did it all begin?     
It began with the bottom drawer of a filing cabinet. Lyman Frank Baum, eight days from his forty-second birthday, sat with his family in their Chicago home on the evening of May 7, 1898. As on many other occasions, he was entertaining neighborhood children with a fairy tale about fantasy characters of his own creation.Suddenly, the enthusiastic curiosity of one little girl got the best of her. "Oh please, Mr. Baum," she interrupted. "Where did they live?"
According to Baum family legend, the soft spoken storyteller glanced around the room until his eyes fell on a filing cabinet. The top drawer was labeled A-N. The bottom drawer was labeled O-Z. And so was born the marvelous land - a home for Dorothy, the Scarecrow, the Tin Woodsman, the not-so-brave Lion, and the other outlandish inhabitants of Oz!


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