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God has reserved this paradise

for a haven of a myriad of living species.

Below the radiant sun is veil

masked by the golden clouds

In this arch where hope prospers.

Among the yellow, greens, and brown

that painted the sane quietness of the milieu.

Time in snail is pace beguiles me,

and the spirit of her,

my precious.