How can we tune in and turn off, as the seagull flies , through the fear of a shoreline that slowly shrinks as the water surrounds us in ties.
may the love that flows Across the face of us be the hands that will reach out and guide us there , to a point of those that remain can only see and speak despair, casting this island upon themselves with the power inside to leave it there
this is what we do , where we go, onward to the sailing of the next show
Where the Smiles of coming together as we flow to the music in the air, i can’t wait to see us all there
a tiny nation of Love, who live of love, no longer need to seek the love of the newest fashion of the cheapest labor of where , because we really do care!
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