how i long to take a ride
across the sunny summer sky
to fields where crimson weed does grow
and seeds of sleep are softly sewn
i'd sit amongst the floral waves
and dream away those lazy days
spent lost in subtle harmonies
with perfumed blossoms on the breeze
ahhhh, i'm looking forward to retirement in afghanistan
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