EPITAPH
The wind is mild.
The spring is eternal.
The Sun doesn’t set.
The river gleams with gold.
The walls are made of jasper.
The streets are shaped of light.
The sound is crystal clear.
The vision’s always new.
The body feels no pain.
The children do not grow.
The birds won’t go to sleep.
The flowers never fade.
It’s good to be back home in the City of Eden.
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