no more pain
no more tears
no more hurting
drift through time
drift through space
as in an opiate dream
Touch the ceiling of feeling
float to the stars
share the inner peace.
the conviction that all is well
in this restless world.
close your eyes and dream
of the finest things
soon it will seem
you've found your wings
only joy
only happiness
only contentment
in this dreamlike state
we call love
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