I plan on flying away
To a land far far away
Where the wind , the trees they sway
There ain't a single day thats grey
Lightning, thunder, and rain it may
My sadness though, forever at bay
Where everyone is happy and gay
Never an evil word they say
Ouch that pokes I groggily awoke to the prickly feeling inside me. Rudely awoken if you ask me. Being in the swirly machine always makes...
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