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In my heart of hearts
And world of worlds
I do honestly beg ,pray and hope
That this world is not of my scope

In my vision i don’t see the pain
In my vision there are no hurt
I dont talk of promised land
Just one that I could possibly understand

In between the suns scalding rays
Is what a poet wrote for their affairs
Whilst undertakers whistle Hade’s tune,
And aided the lovers through his doom

In my heart of hearts
And world of worlds
In visions, dreams and wishes
And nightmares or back flashes

I do honestly beg, pray and hope,
That this world is not of my scope
For if it is, I say to you,
I hope its not what you believe is true.