Hill Of Love,
Valley of joy!
Muse of life,
Flowers of the truth;
Bill, will, mill, gill, grill, drill, spill!
Not to be ill,
Because of the pill;
Only to stand upright!
With the muse of the truth,
Joy of love and life along the line.
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