Do you remember the plains my love?
Do you remember the rains my love?

You are amongst the waters now,
In a land of plenty, and more.
There is water all around,
The weather’s nice and gay.
The Sun shines, but just enough,
To leave a tinge of red,
In an otherwise perfect blue of skies.
The air is not that cold, or hot,
The breeze lulls you to sleep.
The birds sing, and wake you from sleep,
There’s plenty to eat, and drink!

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