Carry me out to the ocean, where my drifting thoughts can flow free.
Guide them to a far distant land, which only the heart can see.
And there I shall paint a great portrait, of how things should be.
A place without futile violence, human insanity.
Guide them to a far distant land, which only the heart can see.
And there I shall paint a great portrait, of how things should be.
A place without futile violence, human insanity.
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