It’s droll to have fun
When the mirth echo
Faraway, and the dreams,
Sleeping in my mind,
Awake from the simplest sound at all,
And the lights and dimness
Will no longer be my lane,
As I stroll through those
Ethereal revered grounds,
Laying on the meadow,
Embracing the sky and the earth.
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