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Bunnies Will Go To Paris

I was going home,

going mad on a bus,

talking rabbit,

out the window,

whispering that you were waiting.

In your arms,

I arrive,

chatty rabbits on my mind,

I know it’s a dream,

but I’m still diving in,

head first,

heart first,

into the fantasy.

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