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SOME OF THE PLANETS
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ARE HOSTING
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The ear becomes alert when
music says,
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"I am over here."
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The eye goes on duty,
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Becomes viable,
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When beauty whistles and
points to her dress
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On the ground.
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God has sent out ten thousand
messengers
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Announcing a great bash tonight
some of the planets
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Are hosting
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Where the lead singer is
God,
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Himself.
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But most of those couriers
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Have become drunk, got waylaid,
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Disoriented to the hilt
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With such exalted
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News.
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And can no longer remember
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The time and the
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Place.
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What does that have to do
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With you?
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Plenty.
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Hafiz will fill you in later
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If need
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Be.
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