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Paradise Express

I have heard of a place that's not on maps;
A place where there's no room for lies;
Where mornings and nights never make the kiss,
Where every form of life is able, is wise.

Where you'll find only faces and never a mask;
Where curiosity is never afraid to think and ask;
Where the one true religion has always been love;
Where the endless sky is always blue above;
Where the birds never know the fatigue of flight;
Where the nights stand dauntless in the stars' light;
Where no child is killed before even she's born;
Where no heart is broken and no skin torn;
Where nobody knows the art of building a wall;
Where there is always a hand when you fall;
Where lilies dance with a newfound zest;
Where crows and doves share the same nest;
Where the river quenches the thirst of all;
Where a horse runs free and is never in a stall;
Where the moon's always shy and the sun bright;
Where you'll never have to fight for what's right;
Where benevolence is, by all, considered divine;
Where dreams and fears are separated by a line;
Where every empty soul always gets fed;
Where there's always a smile after every tear's shed.

I have heard of this place, and of a train that runs
Through its heart; and I can hear the summons;
And since it's dark, my end drawing nigh,
I would love to be there,and I would love to fly.





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