There is a place where people go,
Where moutains high are full of snow,
And coral tinted waters flow,
Back into mother earth.
And in the lakes and seas and streams,
The fish swim amoungst their dreams,
And between the woodland trees are beams,
Of light which bring about life.
And up above are chicks in trees,
Who sing about the birds and the bees,
And gliding in the gentle breeze,
Most noble, gracious hawks.
And nature taught me how to be;
She was the one who created me,
You need not go far if you want to see,
a little piece of eden.
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