In this place of godly work
I play, as if tomorrow reclines
And approaches me, listening always
For the cure and prosody.
My living eternally and externally
Combines the worlds of words
And contrives happiness for all,
Through indignant worry,
And throughout history,
For it wends its way to everlasting grace.
This place is holy, one of the holiest,
And my majestic endeavour applies,
For the sins are made overnight
And lists of helpers work and play.
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