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| On a lazy summer day When the breeze is almost dead, We shall up and sail away To another place instead! To an island in the bay Where there's nothing much to do. We shall simply rest and play Till the heat of day is through. What a joy to slowly float Through the shiny, briny sea. 'Tis a sturdy, friendly boat Going where we want to be. | ||
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