Everyday I wake up to
The solitary comforts of my soul.
Each passing day as an insoluble solstice,
All seems sober and secure.
I see a vision through the peeper,
A land distant and unknown,
Where there are floods of joy, miseries nil
Life is sparkling and tranquil.
Golden deer graze the yellow meads,
Sweet vino flows from every shed,
Prosperity and bliss scatter their charm,
In every shelter, every town.
I wonder where this land could be,
Is it next door or dwells in me?
The solitary comforts of my soul.
Each passing day as an insoluble solstice,
All seems sober and secure.
I see a vision through the peeper,
A land distant and unknown,
Where there are floods of joy, miseries nil
Life is sparkling and tranquil.
Golden deer graze the yellow meads,
Sweet vino flows from every shed,
Prosperity and bliss scatter their charm,
In every shelter, every town.
I wonder where this land could be,
Is it next door or dwells in me?
Wow :) It put me too in the wishful thinking...
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