There is one only place,
You can easily trace
A place of yours,
Serves your morns.
Some where, where birds,
Can sing in free
And pats have nowhere
To have fun or spree.
Where you can answer,
The questions you ask
And you get the whole power,
From this new mask.
It's where the greens grow,
And your mind holds,
A spontaneous overflow,
Out from the lost odds.
Imagine the mountains,
Which carry the fountains,
That hold the seekers,
And the mighty founders.
When the beautiful rose,
Make you stand, and think, and pause,
In the beauty of the mind,
You gaze, more than at the mortal mold.
Yes, see and watch and gaze,
At this mysterious maze,
But remember most of all,
These are the joys of soul.
You can easily trace
A place of yours,
Serves your morns.
Some where, where birds,
Can sing in free
And pats have nowhere
To have fun or spree.
Where you can answer,
The questions you ask
And you get the whole power,
From this new mask.
It's where the greens grow,
And your mind holds,
A spontaneous overflow,
Out from the lost odds.
Imagine the mountains,
Which carry the fountains,
That hold the seekers,
And the mighty founders.
When the beautiful rose,
Make you stand, and think, and pause,
In the beauty of the mind,
You gaze, more than at the mortal mold.
Yes, see and watch and gaze,
At this mysterious maze,
But remember most of all,
These are the joys of soul.
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