In my dream there is a celestial place,
That my mind ever does race,
To reach soon,
A place where the light shines on like the new moon.
Where the fountain never goes dry,
Where the sky is not that high,
Where there is nothing bad,
Where each and every heart is glad.
Such utopia is what I dream of,
Where hatred cannot breathe, breathes only love...
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