Picture, if you will, a bright society of love
Like mist that settles on the mind and all the workings of
Our current way of life in which a pall on life exists
The bane of ages long ago, by reflex we assist
As the clutter of the past is slowly brushed aside
The loving of the woman's heart will finally reside
I paint a picture of the painful nonsense from the past
But, picture now, instead of that, society recast
Hearten as the days of light remove
The blinders, showing ways in which we prove
That love and heart and spinal fire is way in which we move
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