O Aeroplane,Take me far away
Far away from this land,
Of pain and sorrow.
What is the purpose of life?
Why was anybody ever born?
O Aeroplane,
Take me away from these things
To a mystical land,
Where the sky is blue,
Sun is high;
Where the sky is green.
Where the birds chirp
All day long. Life has a meaning,
If only we could find it.
When can a person be subject to such imagination
That clears one’s mind instead of cluttering it.
You are so free,
Free to do anything you want.
We are bonded to such things,
Which pull us down
Like magnets to the Earth.
Take me away from these bonds,
And give me Freedom.
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