There is a place,
Not far from where you are,
Where one is found by grace,
Amidst divine stars.
You may had soar round
From Florence to Armsterdam,
From Rio De Janeiro to Lisbon
From Prague to Paris
But I tell you of a place
Its beauty exceeds
The magical scenery of Venice.
I have seen the world most wonder
No imagination can reach its border
O' what a place of roaring peace
That brings to mind a celestial dream
Where death is no menace
But a chariot to heavenly realm
O' what a place of happy breath
My soul found and sigh
And whispered to my spirit
This is where I belong
Where my heart can sing a song
With lyrics proudly profound
Holding hands with sweet sound
Here, am found in a brave gown
Even if the sun and silver waves
Would threatens to fall down
Fear won't creep into my cave
I tell you, this is the very place
The first, old voices asked us to trace
But only a heart
One with its very source
Can make it to this locus.
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