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of the
HOLY HEART
Laugh a holy laugh
Cry a midwife cry
And....
We behold...
The pulled rug turns into a magic carpet And we ride and ride
The ride of paradise
We ride that magic carpet of the ride of paradise Down to every cavern of old pain
And sweep it clean, clear, crystalline and golden
And then we ride that magic carpet of the ride of paradise High, high, to the remembrance
Of Original Light
Instantaneous Infinite fresh freedoms
In our hearts and hands
Like endless flower bouquets of new spring blossoms And the perfume of enchantment’s lilies of peace
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