Sunday Everyday

I want to spend my Sundays where whales congregate to sing
Where my vision is blurred through turquoise lens
Where children water board on rainbow surf
And time is judged by the position of the sun
Rain clouds are a thing of beauty, not of dread
Where fools gold bring peace of mind
Somewhere where everyday feels like Sunday

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