I will stay where stars can find me,
Where sun and shadow always play;
I will live in great agreement,
With contentment's golden ray.
I will seek to go no further,
This is where I'll make my home;
A land of contrasts deep and rich,
I need no other place to roam.
I will laugh at autumn's coming,
And I'll find joy in winter's song;
I may not live much longer,
But here it is, where I belong.
I know this is, my last great stand,
And my final resting place;
Here you'll find my restless soul,
Here you'll see, it's fading trace.
I will stay where love has left me,
Where I rest in your sweet arms;
Through life's sweet tomorows,
And today's, quite pleasant charms.
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