I got hipss ,
Theyre gyrating
And I’m losing control
Coz the techno
You’re supplying
Is rocking my soul
I did lay on for you a banquet
And you did feed on
the feast
There were murmurs of a lighthouse
And an old fashioned
leather seat.
Worshipping at dawn in a pleasant place
In stillness we gulped in understanding
The universe in our embrace
Then morning laughter
carried on to the day
Show each other the way thru
Emptiness where all is at play
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