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Take me to the great big ocean to settle this aged old commotion; take me to the ocean to build a gigantic camp fire in the middle of the Oceanic water and drive out the Spanish bush doctors from the ocean floor and close the ocean doors. 

The energy radiating from the sun is spilling heat all over the streets and the message is clear that you don’t have enough time to linger over there. 

Get the big ship and put all the crew and workers in place to get ready for the big race. Gather everyone on the shore and position the captain next to the door gives them a short briefing and confidential report about the meeting. 

Tie up all the loose ends and release the entire caged animal from the lion’s den. You will give them a little book and tell them what to cook. 

You will appoint a small team to guide everyone to fulfill their passionate dream. When they arrive let walk in their pride, family will unite and singles will take a bride to walk by their side and if they can agree one must fall on its knees and pop the big familiar question.

 If the answer is yes, you will get on with it in the middle of the crowd and say the pledge aloud, and If the answer is no keep moving until you find the right connection to pacify your dream.  

You will do some mountain cleansing and some spiritual healing and those that are in doubt must cross their heart and continue to shout,.

You will remove  the impurities from the mountain and drive out all the heathen; you will make a mound on the hill and plant a tree and leave it as a signal for thee. I will know that you were there and I will walk on the fine line until I get over there. 

Take a good look around you and observe what is happening in front of you business are closing and the owners are leaving the city, the bad men are looting the stores and the boys are breaking down the door. 

They are stuffing their bags with merchandize and the owners have to pay a woeful sacrifice; something is coming and you better prepare you will have to change gear before you go over there,

 You have got to sing a different tune so meet me at noon. Get your travel bag and let's journey to the other side of the ocean and do what is proper. 

Take me to the ocean to end this painful commotion.
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