"When I grow up
I want to be a forester
run through the moss on high heels
run through the moss on high heels
that's what I'll do
throwing out boomerangs
waiting for it to come back to me.
When I grow up
I want to live near the sea
crab claws and bottles of rum
that's what I'll have
staring at the seashell
waiting for it to embrace me."
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