Paradise

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Follow the bright yellow lights
If you want to make it through paradise
Up up and away
Through blue-ish purples
And green-ish grays
And pinks and oranges
You're almost there
Unless you prefer the cool nights air
In which you turn and fly again
Through pretty magenta
And crimson
Up into space
You've reached the moon
In paradise

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