Far Far Away
Far far away
Beyond the plains
Beyond where you and I can see
In the heights of the mountains
Lies a little place
Where once maybe
A god used to reside
But I do not know for sure
And over there
Is a shrine
It does not have any idol
No one comes to pray
But it is spiritual
And godly
In it's own sense
Underneath the shrine
There lies an earthen pot
With a scroll inside
Which has text
in an ancient language
And smells like cinnamon and flowers
The old scroll
Now dusty and dirty
Is still very valuable
It contains
The secret to happiness
And maybe one day
When you and I master the language
Of the early men and women
We will be as happy
And as contented
As Adam and Eve were
When they first came here
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