Where the sun is fluffy at noon,
And the breeze whispers a swoon,
Where the moon is a magic lamp,
And stars wink a merry smile,
Where genies roam the forests,
And the surf breaks in sonnets.
I want to leave the noise behind,
Go far from the madness of this town,
And find someplace new,
Where people are human,
The good life is not a mirage,
And love is not a curse.
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