Life a mazy boulevard
Love a hallowed beam,
To rinse and bless and fondle through
Like a pristine stream.
Mortals poor, their souls that slime,
Succumb to laws of death.
Hallowed love sacredly reign,
Untouched by clutches of pain.
Sands of time spake divinity,
Witness tales of LOVE.
Mortals humbly come and go,
In quest of eternity.
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