Beautiful, what a beautiful word,
Oh, the most beautiful thing I've ever heard.
But what is beautiful, and what makes a creature one?
When will it begin, Will it ever be gone?
Love, what a lovely word.
Once it's given, nothing more can be offered.
But what is love, and when can a creature have one?
Is love just a word or is it something done?
Life, what a lively word.
Once I was given, Oh, the most wonderful thing occurred
Creatures, flying, swimming and crawling have one
But all life passes by under the great bright sun
Pleasure, what a satisfying word
Once I was having it, Nothing had mattered
Every creature delighted and enjoy one
Is it wrong to have thought that pleasure made the world spun?
Apr. 16 09 (Original Date)
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