Off we'll go.

This is the story

Of a lad and a lass.

Of a love long lost,

Of a spring long past. 

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Theirs was a unity

That could not last.

One made of rubber,

The other of brass. 

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And off we'll go.

To a place I know.

To a wondrous land

We can call our own.

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I know a place

We can lay our heads.

Till we make it back

To our Lovers' beds.

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Oh, and off we'll go.