In the sanctuary of private retoricy
When a bustling crowd intrudes
Where rival ship meets no incentive
To impale its reckless course

Where all is lulled to peace and quiet
Is of all places the most appropriate
To illuminate the sparkling fires of love
And receive in turn the electro-darts of sweet devotion

doo doo dee dah dee doo doo
Sparkling fires, electro-darts

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