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 What time is it, dear, now? We are in the year now Of the New Creation one million two or three. But where are we now, Love? We are as I trow, Love, In the Heaven of Heavens upon the Crystal Sea.

And may mortal sinners Care for carnal dinners In your Heaven of Heavens, New Era millions three? Oh, if their boat gets stranding Upon some Richmond landing, They're thirsty as the desert and hungry as the sea!