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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