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a poem of sorts. |
| I've got a ticket for two To do whatever we chose. Free of charge, free of worry. There's no way we can lose. We could fly to mars. A waltz around the moon A tango over city towers A fox trot through the atmosphere You and me could dance for hours. Even the stars would be jealous. You don't have to worry. You never have to cry. All you ever need to do Is take my hand to fly. |