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It's not like Sociology 101
It's like let's learn about "The One"

As I meander down the hall I stop and stare
Man, he's looking fine, just like a black mare

Oh, concentrate now, where is this class?
Why am I here, to me love has been such an albatross

Don't mean to be crass as I think about the subject
But I want that true love, i wonder, as I project

Why a classroom when I've learned from hard knocks?
Oh, there the stallion runs as the clock tic tocks

Im there! I say to myself, and who the professor?
Teach ourselves to love our hearts no lesser

As our hearts roam free in the classroom of LOVE
My heartaches grow dimmer; we came from GOD above

Love fills the room as our intellects ponder
No, grasses are never green over yonder

When you're loving... simply love
Psychic now, as I see white balloons and doves

Hallucination now or infatuation
Creation or divine situation

We exit now 
We take a bow!

To fear loves reality
is to fear one's higher duality!

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