Come walk with me upon fertile ground,
filled with blooming flowers,
and the scents of heavenly spring,
with trees as shade,
to cool and refresh,
and mask the glare of the blazing sun.
Come walk with me by waters edge,
where liquid finite calls you to play,
splashing around in jubilant laughter,
a heartfelt smile of contentment upon your lips.
In this place of dreams together,
there need not be sorrow nor pain,
nor any other worry to tarnish its light.
So instead, my dearest friend,
come walk with me and let us play.
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