Oh, how very different this is,
A game I sincerely miss,
A mysterious power,
Like a deep purple flower,
How it takes hold around
That dark muscle that pounds,
How it gives every step some sparkling bound,
Truly, it is a disaster,
Everyone wishes to master.
For to live without love,
Why, is there such a thing?
Would the world crumble to dust,
And birds fail to sing,
There would be no reason for trust,
Perhaps all the world would rust...
If love was gone from the world,
Suddenly all would seem quite absurd,
Have I stumbled upon the worst kept secret of man?
That it is only love that gives meaning,
Surely that's been known since time began?
I decree it is worth intervening,
And time to introduce a life-long play,
So we can all die happy one day.
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