Be free, be wild, be pure -
Go wear out your genes:
There is no cure for this life.
Climb to the topmost leaves
Of the sweetest trees;
Come breathe your wishes on the wind.
Imagine your creations singing
In chocolate clouds. They echo
In infinite murmurs of imagination.
Be free, be wild, be pure -
Go live your dreams:
There is no one cure for this paradise.
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