promise me that the long way is done
and the pasture land lives lively as the splendor
plains of joy, with flourishing spirit to hold
back on the journey as we go, the heart rejoice
sing the silent, whisper of wonder for
I can always understand that life has to goes on
though, the heart gives the blues of an ending
green heart, I return
rest my eyes, back off the cried emotion of the
dew, far beyond amassed the love that had just
begun, into the world of truth of joy and ecstasy
searching to fins a golden home to stay
zeal me to the morning of the first bird, the
praise comes to the sun light of fall, where the
sweet remembering is the eve of telling my
day of dream as I you tell today …
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