Cried my self a river
and sailed it to a place were my tears dried up
It took me to a place at which i must marvel
It was beautiful
In that it was sad
It was my Valhalla
It was my elysium
It was my parádeisos
It was my caelum
It was my paradisum
It was my epíneio
It was my haven
It was my paradise
It was my heaven
It was my home
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