Sail away to another piece of land
A place we can call our own
A new land
better yet, a kingdom
We'll have walls so high and thick
No one will be able to enter
We'll have plenty of trees
and plants that will harvest so much fruit
Even if we don't know what fruit it is, we'll have it
We'll have red rugs and, and, and, the finest sculptures
Our walls will be made of gold
and our doors made of pearl
We will never have another bruise on our hands from hard labor
Their will be no such thing as "no time"
Matter of fact, time will be waiting for us
We will finally be able to call this place
home
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