I get by with a little help from my friends.

Let me take you down, ’cause I’m going to strawberry fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry fields forever.
Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see. It’s getting hard to be someone but it all works out, it doesn’t matter much to me.
Let me take you down, ’cause I’m going to strawberry fields. Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry fields forever.
No one I think is in my tree, I mean it must be high or low. That is you can’t you know tune in but it’s all right, that is I think it’s not too bad.
Let me take you down, ’cause I’m going to strawberry fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
 Strawberry fields forever.
Always, no sometimes, think it’s me, but you know I know when it’s a dream.
I think I know I mean a ’yes’ but it’s all wrong, that is I think I disagree.
Let me take you down, ’cause I’m going to strawberry fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry fields forever.
Strawberry fields forever.

I figured I'd have the Beatles add 188 words to my word count. Because Strawberry Fields has been going through my head for the past two hours, and I wanted to add some color to my blog.
I know reading the lyrics has changed my viewpoint (it almost always does), so hopefully it's had an impact on you as well.
You may now carry on your usual internet business. [grin]