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Let the coluds turn purple and fill
your mind with nothing but milky way.
Twinkle my little morning.
Say hello to my greetings.
Fill your glass with water instead of wine
and you my dear, will be just fine.
Today, we make a little twist.
Tomorrow, we make two.
Let the world spin as you do the same
On your way to the soft, white milky way.