Pleasure . . . .

When you feel that tingling deep inside you,

You fully know you’re pleased,

And all memories of unpleasant moments,

Are forgotten from your mind and erased.

And you know that you’re experiencing,

Pure happiness, and joy,

And that is what you yourself call,

Your excitement, your pleasure.

And then upon all your disturbance,

Piles up eagerness,

And then as you know it,

You get on so well with pleasure.

And you do everything with a song in your heart,

You know peace of mind, 

You lay down, thinking of the delightful day,

Feeling purely happy and gay.

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