who knows if the moon`s a balloon,coming out of a keen city in the sky—filled with pretty people? (and if you and i should get into it,if they should take me and take you into their balloon, why then we`d go up higher with all the pretty people than houses and steeples and clouds: go sailing away and away sailing into a keen city which nobody`s ever visited,where always it`s Spring)and everyone`s in love and flowers pick themselvesSourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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