To discover the finer things in life
is much as true belief
the merry go round continues
up and over the hill
gold bracelets dangle from high
falling to destinies prevail
come and see for yourself
a real call from high above
love temps the finest
to shoot his wail far and wide
a fallen angle hangs
from the green tree
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