Force the formation of names,
Force the forming of people against their whims,
Force the fellowship of men and women,
Together it is they who conceive and feel
And contrast and compare and condemn.
Their companions are in heaven, as hell is also away.
We should live in bliss and sophistication,
In joy, love, marriage and loveliness.
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