What is this magic we ceaselessly seek,
Though our thoughts like balloons fly away?
Evanescent as bubbles, they shimmer and sway:
They are flung from a wand and float through our days.
We revel in oddities, crave a mystique,
We long to be carried away
In beautiful bubbles that shimmer and sway,
To be flung from a wand and float through our days.
Bubbles, bubbles, bubbles, so colorful, fragile and light:
We will rise in an ocean of bubbles
At last disappearing from sight.
Life is champagne! Pull the cork and enjoy!
It's an opulent stylish buffet.
It's the physics of bubbles that shimmer and sway.
We are flung from a wand and float through our days.
Bubbles, bubbles, bubbles, so colorful, fragile and light:
We will rise in an ocean of bubbles,
At last disappearing from sight.
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