I'm on a path,
Heading straight to your heart.
I'm beating down the weeds,
Chopping down the branches,
Nothing shall stand in my way,
My compass points east,
The Far East to be exact,
A land of sacred cows,
The flowing river Ganges,
And richly flavored curry.
Mizoram is where my journey ends,
Tramping through the Mizo hills,
Passing over winding dirt roads,
The beautiful landscape leads me to Aizawl,
Where I'll lay claim to my Christian girl.
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