Everything is falling inline
As if by heavenly design
Interference divine
In this life of mine
I’m taking it as a sign
That it’s my time to shine
I won’t be confined
My soul has been refined
I’ll drink my wine
As I dine
I don’t care how much you whine
You can be such a swine
About you, nothing is benign
So, I have to decline
That we combine
And redesign
I have a spine
I won’t pine
I’ll just lay here supine
And recline
On Cloud Nine
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