Harping over lutes
Angels flying on made-up wings
Rivers thick with sparkling wine
An earth beyond the planet
Bliss highwalled by faith
Hope tainting each moment
Chasing the eternity I whiled away
the ageless present
As I walked blindfolded
amid trees just green
lakes mirroring clean skies
unseeing the angels on feet
In search of the counterfeit
I was throwing away
the only true paradise
I was born in
to die a hopeful death
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