All the channels that once functioned well
are dead, gone, I guess all went to hell
but one, ONE remains, one rings out, sings out
never stops its output, never fails never pauses
never seems to go kaput
it is Channel ONE, the only one needed
love is transmitted, continually seeded
just love full blast,24/7
tune it in, 'tis purely a return to heaven
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