Sing a song which fills the air with joy,
let all that are tense uncoil.
Spread those feathered wings and fly,
up to the rolling clouds so high.
Dive into the clearest sea,
what is there not to see.
Dream of the wildest dreams,
along with some strawberries and cream.
Reach for the goal that you have always wished,
like a widow long for her husband's kiss.
The Sun and Moon shall always rise,
just like how we all try to be nice.
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