Blissful Success
On Sunday morning, Linen candles burn
White wine and ocean breeze through open windows
Fruits of the freshest and crystal chandeliers turn
Silk clothing made for Gods
Doves sing a beautiful song
Ringing through the ear, sounding like applauds
Heart filled with joy and once you learn
Success is Blissful and On Sunday,
Linen candles burn
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