the king of goblins
laugh is the soul.
core of the dance:
start moving along.
all plans to postpone.
just sway to the waltz.
the smooth fabric glides;
o ruffles, o folds
sweet cherub of mine,
an acre of Land
that's been proclaimed as saint!
ah so pure, so divine!
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