Time will shape and tell its tale
As I yield to its ancient spell
While I vanish into a sea of waking dreams
And must once again bid farewell
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In this vast ocean I must journey
Too find what it is that I search
A memory of scenery so wishful
That only in my fantasies could occur
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I long for such nostalgic scenes
To where no man has ever been nor stepped
A place truly blissful
Where neither woman or child have wept
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Such a dream is all that I see
When I sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept
Untouched and untroubled where I lie
The earth below, above, the arched sky
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