I want to sail
Oh sooo far
In my blue china cup
Why? ?
Because
I want to go away --far away
What will happen
I do not know
Where will I end
I do not care
As long as I can
just go
To that place
Where the
heart don't hurt
The bees don't sting
All is well
like a buttery toast
Slathered with
home made marmlade
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