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Elysium
Elysium, Elysium
Elysium where flows
a never ending river
through rushes in meadows
warm atmosphere, a gentle breeze
caressing naked skin
the sky above, its canopy
the earth below, within
the universe, it's everywhere
even when we're dead
we're born again or so it seems
and to this place we're led
Elysium, Elysium
Elysium your hush
is music to the spirit
beyond what was mind's rush
cacophony, brutality
the world that was before
the ecstasy of being free
passing through the door
Elysium, Elysium
Elysium where flows
a never ending river
through rushes in meadows
Elysium where flows
a never ending river
through rushes in meadows
warm atmosphere, a gentle breeze
caressing naked skin
the sky above, its canopy
the earth below, within
the universe, it's everywhere
even when we're dead
we're born again or so it seems
and to this place we're led
Elysium, Elysium
Elysium your hush
is music to the spirit
beyond what was mind's rush
cacophony, brutality
the world that was before
the ecstasy of being free
passing through the door
Elysium, Elysium
Elysium where flows
a never ending river
through rushes in meadows
Published 2nd Apr 2017
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