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If I could write a poem, I bet you ten cents I could write a song, and if I could write a song,
I'd sing one if I could write a story.

And I bet you a dollar if I could write a story, the pages would be ten miles long. And for each I would sing
my song for you, and if I could sing my song for you, I'm quite sure, it would be a thing of love, not a chore.

Miles of candy shops and sugar tarts, kiss flavored lemon pops, brand new books and old ones too, and a million Polaroid photos of youuuu.

And those candy shops have chocolate walls that can be eaten right through. The sweet taste reminding me of you.
a bright light in the rainbow sky, always reminding me of your eyes.

So we're holding hands, skipping through a world of pink and blue, where no one does math and no one wears shoes, and we all sing the same song to our own tune.

And each word is a whisper, but beautifully loud. in eachothers arms under cotton candy clouds, the ground as comfy as a feather filled thing, wrapped together in the comfort it brings. no yelling but only cries of love, all after we look forward and above.

Where the sheep are really ground tied clouds, and Godzilla professed Queen of England, cause the Japanese were too mean to invite him for tea, we climb on his back and roam through the sea, screaming "look at me, look at me!"

Where kittens have wings, and bullfrogs sing, and spiders are always trapped in jars. We can even go to outerspace and dance on the stars! singing our lullaby but not saying goodbye, always so close together.

We're sitting on the moon, cushioned by the flowers that only grew in june, smiling in the sweet shining glory; I lean over and whisper in your ear." If I could write a poem, I bet you ten cents I could write a song, and if I could write a song, I'd sing one if I could write a story."

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If I could write a poem, I bet you ten cents I could write a song, and if I could write a song,
I'd sing one if I could write a story.

And I bet you a dollar if I could write a story, the pages would be ten miles long. And for each I would sing
my song for you, and if I could sing my song for you, I'm quite sure, it would be a thing of love, not a chore.

Miles of candy shops and sugar tarts, kiss flavored lemon pops, brand new books and old ones too, and a million Polaroid photos of youuuu.

And those candy shops have chocolate walls that can be eaten right through. The sweet taste reminding me of you.
a bright light in the rainbow sky, always reminding me of your eyes.

So we're holding hands, skipping through a world of pink and blue, where no one does math and no one wears shoes, and we all sing the same song to our own tune.

And each word is a whisper, but beautifully loud. in eachothers arms under cotton candy clouds, the ground as comfy as a feather filled thing, wrapped together in the comfort it brings. no yelling but only cries of love, all after we look forward and above.

Where the sheep are really ground tied clouds, and Godzilla professed Queen of England, cause the Japanese were too mean to invite him for tea, we climb on his back and roam through the sea, screaming "look at me, look at me!"

Where kittens have wings, and bullfrogs sing, and spiders are always trapped in jars. We can even go to outerspace and dance on the stars! singing our lullaby but not saying goodbye, always so close together.

We're sitting on the moon, cushioned by the flowers that only grew in june, smiling in the sweet shining glory; I lean over and whisper in your ear." If I could write a poem, I bet you ten cents I could write a song, and if I could write a song, I'd sing one if I could write a story."