I like confetti
Love things like people
Who seem like things
So I don't get cynical
Seems like a true sin
To imagine a bunch of felons
Just for a tea party
People go mad and seek revenge.
So when the wheat fields rise
And sweet eyes full of love are here
Bored no more
The soul is light
And joy gets in during the night
For it begins with me
Making it happen
Day by day
White magic comes.
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