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I am fresh air, I have no airs and graces
I am fresh air, I'm in quite a lot of places
I am fresh air, do you want to breathe me in
I am fresh air, fill your lungs with me, it's no sin
Because lungs know what to do with air so fresh
They absorb life giving oxygen through their biological mesh
That's all lungs want, from morning to night
Anything else gives them a big fright
Fresh air, so simple, so free and so pure
Please don't scoff at me, your life I ensure
I am something which is beyond compare
I'm peerless, I'm unequalled, I am simply air
(Sydney, Australia - 2004)
Alessandra Liverani
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