I know a place,

by the slowest waters,

at the bending of the river,

where this world fades,

and the other world comes in to play.

I know a place where the willows

bend to sip the cool, cool waters,

where the time gets lost,

and where the soul is found,

and the gentle peace comes to stay.

I know a place where the lemon moths

and dragonflies dance in wisps of wind,

where the cares are gone,

and the grace abounds,

and the wistful yearning goes away.

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