Obladi Obladay


Dear Song,

It feels like an ordinary day. The rush, the traffic, the deadline. Then you hear the song over the radio and you know it’s a Sunday. How is your side of January sky this morning? Do you travel inside your dream? Do you have something like Starship Enterprise and bend time as you please to reach your destination? Or do you spread your wings and kiss the wind while butterflies sing on your shoulders?

Happy ever after in the market place
Molly lets the children lend a hand
Desmond stays at home and does his pretty face
And in the evening she’s a singer with the band, yeah!

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