There is peace and quiet
Here is never a riot
Near of Camelot
May your dreams come true
Play hills before you
Way for walking through
This glittering dome
Is faraway from our home
Bliss golden like chrome
Rays colors giving
Days here are worth its living
Grays away thriving
I have seen flower
Sky clearing within the hour
Fly seeds empower
Here I see the light
Spear of golden green bright
Clear through darkly sight
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