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And that mania flows and flies
Through the longest darkest tunnels drilled through mountains
And over skyscrapers
And above the skies.
Swimming with mermaids through the Seven Sunlit Seas
And Laughing at their vastness as I dive into those dead Oceans
We once lived with and were full of life and strange creatures of the depths.
And that mania flows and flies,
Fluttering with fairies
Fluttering, but then on, and on strong
Nothing shall stop me now
I’m riding for you, and you, and you and you and you (don’t you know?)
And the plants keep on growing
The weeds the beauty flowing
Riding with crack-whip on shooting stars
Riding near yet so far
So close to the edge
That I fly over valleys and hills and fly onwards
Until we drop
Like a stone
A boulder-heavy lead balloon stone.