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Sitting 'neath a tall white tree
In the upper atmosphere
It is a realm of fantasy
Got a thin skin for harmony
Out on the bay
A beacon for thoughts
Wassail and assail
With a plastic whale
A room with a view
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Hold this space in your fingertips
Taste it on your lips
A drop of the ethereal bliss
A deep ripple in the iris
Only love and money rules
When we search felicity
But I've found a cure
A natural harmony
Stole the roadway in your mind
Grains of sand will lose their time
A new beginning
When rivers run dry
Sirens are singing
Mothers so bright
Monday's gone, maiden
Out on the bay
A beacon for thoughts
Wassail and assail
With a plastic whale
A room with a view
For non-commercial use