What is it that we look for in this life but that of something pure and good that we may dwell in it as if it were our own.
Flow free and true
Fly through and through
Lift me to the sky
Lift me that I may spy
On far off shore
That land of lore
A beauty breathe taking
A beauty soul shaking
That brings tear to mine eye
And escapes a sigh
From heart uplifted
From heart shifted
Brought up through death
From last dying breathe
That yearns no longer in vane
That feels no longer pain
As eye beholds such a sight
Land beheld in golden light
A beauty not yet named
Wild never to be tamed
Fly my soul to far of land
Fly my soul to sight so grand
Fly my soul, fly
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