Heaven's gate wide opens
When the heart is a floodgate of love
Radiating to the highly and the lowly alike
A love that's blind
And knows of no colour, black or white
Know no race, Caucasian or mongoloid
Love that a dew will share
To quench a searing thirst
And heaven itself will bloom
With love and care
Right in our heart
Here on this tired earth.
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