The road to heaven is clear,
Green signal is there, see.
Go on, go on, the road itself
Is welcoming you, my dear.
But follow certain priciples
And rules of very grammar
That are at the root.
Your fundamental concepts
Be cleared first for the purpose
Of smooth journey, dear.
Which place is not heaven,
The road is asking you and
You are to answer before
Proceeding forward.
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