Far away from this place,

Trees dance to gusts of wind

Kings have rein under grace

It’s too far from this place.


Over the peachy dawn,

Solid castles don’t fall,

The lion rests with a fawn

But this Camelot is gone.


To travel there sounds great,

Only one way to go

Up above and past space,

Through gleaming Heaven’s gate.


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