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Evermore
I hear this name
Evermore
It calls on my imagination
A place of grace and beauty
Where all living
Lives in exultation
Fragrant flowers
Sprinkle the hillsides
Glorifying all life
Green forests
Hanging heavy with dew
Atop mountains under the sky an azure blue
Soaring birds
Kissing the sky
Swooping down catching there prize
Where the people
Dance with joy
Darkness doesn't live here
It was cast out long ago
By the man in the mist
Now the people live as kin
There are angels
Wards of this place
It is a state of grace
One of union
Communning
As one under the golden sun
Singing the song
Of ages
Remembering all history
Once written on paper
Now scribed on the heart
Of every person
History remembered
Wars abohorred
The door slammed on this tragedy
They now live in peace
Evermore
Evermore
It calls on my imagination
A place of grace and beauty
Where all living
Lives in exultation
Fragrant flowers
Sprinkle the hillsides
Glorifying all life
Green forests
Hanging heavy with dew
Atop mountains under the sky an azure blue
Soaring birds
Kissing the sky
Swooping down catching there prize
Where the people
Dance with joy
Darkness doesn't live here
It was cast out long ago
By the man in the mist
Now the people live as kin
There are angels
Wards of this place
It is a state of grace
One of union
Communning
As one under the golden sun
Singing the song
Of ages
Remembering all history
Once written on paper
Now scribed on the heart
Of every person
History remembered
Wars abohorred
The door slammed on this tragedy
They now live in peace
Evermore
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