O I dream of an idyllic island
With purest white beaches or golden sands:
Where the sea is saphhire blue. And where one
Can dream the days away, under the sun.
There I would walk and play and paint and write.
And then I'd relax on warm summer nights:
Somewhere far away from grey existence;
Somewhere that's filled with complete blissfulness!
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