The big picture of today is to let my love take me away
We will live alone on a tropical island
Peaches, spices, cantilope and rices
Mandolins and violins also hear Shakespeare spin and leave our trouble in the bin
will it be on a boat afloat down a moat with a goat or on a gondala that makes its way down one river it must stay
I will also stay on one stretch of sea
But which one will it be for me
not at all, not at all i hear the call
I am off to build a great big wall, oh i hope it is very tall, is it in my mind
If so can i find a hammer and nail
oh i hope it is very frail
I will knock it down piece by piece. Then i will be at peace
To reserect the puzzle i must find the missing piece or peace
The girl must have her say
It is on the way
Live a day rest 2morro
Throw away pay with sorrow.
Give from inside and good will walk astride
And happynesss wont run and hide
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