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I know of a place called Never

at the end of a Night called Day,

over the Sea of Wandering

to a place called Far Away.

Softly it beckons, softly,

from a time that I call Gone

into a golden sunset

to a place known as Beyond.



I pause to read a page from

the book I never wrote,

and survey the Hill of Someday

through a new kaleidoscope.

Then on to the land called Never

at the end of a Night called Day,

and down the River of No Return

to a place called Far Away.