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Paradise in the tree is looking down at thee; paradise in the tree has a message for you and me, the stains are dripping from the vine and I have to hold on to what is mine, the wind is blowing in my favor and you have to strengthen the port before the next report.  

The branches are waving high in the sky, and the mission is bidding the strangers goodbye the sun is deliberating with the rain and causing some people to go insane. 

Paradise is melting in the tree and the visitors are waving at me, they are coming back to town and they are roaming all around. The restaurants are coming alive; the aroma is floating in air and sellers and buyer are flooding the streets. 

 What on earth is going on everyone is partying on the lawn food and drink galore and Champaign, beer and whisky washing the floor. Everywhere there is a stall and people standing in long lines the money chest is back in town spreading the wealth all around. 

The big man with his pointed gut leaning over the counter and his hand swirling in the air laugh at the ridiculous crowd pushing and shoving to reach the top. 

Paradise is shaking in the tree and his sweetheart is chasing after thee, they were spotted at the golden club, exchanging vows on the dance floor, slipping and sliding, gliding and tidings with wings of hope spread out all around them as the crowd watch the union slide on the ring; it was fast and discrete and she knows how to turn up the heat. Paradise in the tree is waiting passionately on thee.   

Paradise in the tree is strengthening its base to get ready for the big race. Get your groups together and spread them out in every corner; assign them to the payroll and give them a book from which to cook. 

The recipes are straight forward and all ingredients are in stock, you must roll out the dough evenly and measure the ingredients carefully. Your bread is rising and the oven is smiling. 

Paradise in the tree, the traffic is rolling down the street, and those off duty came back on duty and those scattered in the street found a quiet place to meet, away from the crowd far beyond the curve. 

The moon is shining over there and the stars form clusters everywhere; while the horses are galloping around the town looking for a surrogate home.  

The cows are on heat and the landmine is planted carefully underneath your feet. Paradise is smiling at you and your long-awaited dream will come through. Paradise in the tree is observing thee.
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