What For

We are quality, love, we are quality;
With time we have nothing to do.
His minutes and hours are meaningless,
They’re only just passing on through.

We are quality, love, we are quality;
Our spirits are light and we soar,
In love with our life-wings beautiful,
In swing with the rhythm, “what for.”

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