Sweet Souls
There's a place where the sweet souls go,
when the world turns sour.
Away is a boat of wariness they row,
when people greed power.
One the sea of envy and guilt,
they finally reach the place where sweet souls go.
A place where high walls are built,
and old, sweet souls never grow.
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