you show me yours,
i'll show you mine;
laughing and playing
are the fruits of life
you bring the fork
and i'll bring the knife
we can live on the clouds
we can sleep on soft gauze
just to feel peach fuzz
and dream to touch paws
we know this is it
this bright life is ours
we'll drink in the wind
and we'll supper on stars
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