My Friend the Fool

What a lovely fool,

Who preaches like a tool,

Dream on precious fellow,

For life is good, and the sun is mellow,

The wind carries us in arms most gentle,

and you and I breathe and whisper, all is mental,

All is void,

All is nameless,

All is formless,

All is.

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