If you were not there;
Invisible portals,
Kingdoms in air?
Where the gold harps,
Streets paved with jewels;
Where happiness reign,
And peace is the rule?
Any place you dwell
Is enough for me,
Even if few;
It's good company.
Or if only bronze,
Because gold was scarce,
Or a lack of harps;
I wouldn't care.
Even streets made
Of more common things;
Or no streets at all-
Our hearts could still sing.
I wouldn't weigh metals
I wouldn't count gems-
But just look for your smile,
When I reach the end.
Whether up high,
Or whether down low,
It's the perfect place
To watch wings grow.
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