Song For John
Yoko Ono

On a windy day
Letīs go on flying
There may be no trees to rest on
There may be no clouds to ride
But weīll have our wings and the wing will be with us
Thatīs enough for me
Thatīs enough for me.

On a windy day
We went out flying
There was no sea to rest on
There were no hills to glide
We saw an empty bottle rolling down the street
And on a cupboard stand at the corner of the street
Wrinkled souls piled up like grapefruits

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