It was so peaceful up here, on the windmill island.
"Windmill, windmill for the land,
turn forever hand in hand,"
Life was short, people should just relax, instead of rushing around so much. Slow down.. But "there ain't no rest for the wicked, until we close our eyes for good".
"Take it all in on your stride, it is sinking, falling down,
love forever, love is free let's turn forever you and me."
Live and let live, they say. No one could actually do that, they were all tied down by worries. Be carefree, like a bird flying through the blue sky..
"Windmill, windmill for the land,
is everybody in?"
No, no one relaxed anymore, not in this modern landscape. People only knew to work, work and work some more. Leisure was a thing of the past.
"Feel Good."
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