ETERNAL LIVING PLAN
Just below the level of consciousness, I enter this special time. I go where no one can find me, beneath the open door of rest and time. Some call it sleep! It's dreamland; operating within your body. Heavenly zest-adjusting the mess. Some people can't explain it. Heavenly touch-that's needed so much. Do you know where you go? Black Isles inside! Heavenly abide, Sunlight on the horizon of your gland. Black Isles inside! Adjusting your mind. The essential part of the Eternal Living Plan.
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