Never I'm justified of my temptation, before;
Before you.
Well I'm convicting you of justifying my temptation,
But you're the temptation.
Let us get away from this world of no meal,
from religion, discrimination and politics.
We'll settle in that silhouette house in those misty woods away from these wars.
I'll built us a house, big enough to fit us two.
We'll dance barefoot on the grass, to the sound of my Ukulele to the impending storm.
We'll be like dogs in the sun;
Embracing the nakedness, having our pillow talk in the sun.
From this materialistic world, we'll borrow just that old acoustic gramophone of yours and my typewriter from 50s.
Together we'll study the world, the way it's supposed to.
We'll be pioneers in literature, economics, mathematics; whatever entices us.
We'll be discussing our philosophies for the rest of lives.
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