Caleidoscopia beatlenesca

And so the Fool on the Hill got back in the USSR ,across the Universe in his yellow submarine.

But since Michelle, that girl, saw him standing there, staring at Lucy in the sky with Diamonds, she took the long and widing road, wearing her old brown shoes, singing Ob-la-di Ob-la-da and following Nowhere Man.

“Let it be!” said Sgt. Pepper, as he kept fixing a hole at the Octopus’s Garden with a little help from his friends.

A day in the life with lovely Rita was all Rocky Racoon wished for his birthday that year, with a delicious honey pie made by his dear Prudence.

And while mother Nature’s son would cry, baby cry, shouting “I’m so tired”, blackbird kept singing in the dead of night, while my guitar gently weeped.

Soon he fell asleep and had Golden slumbers dreaming with Magie Mae and waiting for the Sun King to rise.

And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.

Julia Krantz


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