Kinsley Lee
Along the side of the ten Lis' park, it's lined the pub houses, and bars
For thousand years at the Tusita-deva, it's beautiful the flowers. The petals
Are flying and forming a whole, the world and I, I'm drunken and lying
On the long bench, I can't discern if I'm heaven or the world of human being.
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