The groves of Shangrila ring a ting a ting
And I possess now infinite ringabling
And then in the crossroads
I meet many heavenly Masters
Who denounced people because
All of them faltered in Paradise!
Love is here ensconced in immortality
As all I meet abandon the cacophony
And ring in my heart of lovely goldie gold
And remember what it takes to be really bold
As noodiness and neediness take a break
Work has begun now at a break neck pace.
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