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:: Updated 22 Aug 2003 : All Rights Reserved : The Journeyman :: | ||||||||||||||
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Sitting in the classroom On a sunny day Looking out of windows At the trees that sway. Staring at the blackboard Thinking of the beach Dreaming of the holidays As the teachers teach. In such pretty weather I just want to fly Away from my body To the clear blue sky. A forgotten heaven That is where I'll be Dancing with singing angels Where I would be free. |
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