Just for a change, how about giving reality the brush-off? How about letting our imaginations out to play?
Imagine a woman in the middle of a field
Imagine the field growing bigger and bigger
Imagine the sky turning pink
Imagine another woman in a small plane
Imagine a column of smoke on the horizon
Imagine a hundred white butterflies
Imagine the women are thinking of circles
Imagine the circles are growing bigger and bigger
Imagine they're buzzing like bees
Imagine they're floating like clouds
Imagine the circles have escaped
Imagine the women have escaped
Imagine the field is empty
Imagine the plane is on the ground
Imagine a thousand white butterflies
Imagine a wrinkle in the sky
Imagine the women brushing their hair
Imagine the women remembering their past
Imagine the women walking on tiptoe
Imagine their soft breath
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