Explaining that the sky holds the Wind , the sun rushes in and a child , With a shotgun can shoot down, Honeybees that sting, But this boy could use a little ating!, Who - Will get me to a party?
Who - Do I have yet to meet?
You - You look a bit like coffee, And you taste a bit like me, How - Can I keep me from moving?, Now - I need a change of scenery, Just listen to me I won't pretend to, Understand the movement of the wind, Or the waves out in the ocean or how, Like the hours I change softly slowly, Plainly blindly oh me oh my!
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