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treetop hopping
bopping through close-to-cloud level
oxygen rushing
breathing deeply the intoxicants
that fall upon my head
as a bleeding rain
of chemical bliss
falling down, down, down
to the forest floor
laying amongst sunburnt visions
of the leafy ceiling above
and rolling to my left
and to my right
to discover that i lay here alone
as the sun turns to gray
and i'm reminded
that life is but a dream
row,row, row your boat,
gently down the stream,
merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
i lay here alone.
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