“There’s a land far away mid the stars,
Where they know not the sorrows of time
Where the pure waters wander through valleys of gold
A land whose light is never dimmed by shadow,
Whose fields are ever vernal,
Where nothing beautiful can ever fade,
But blooms for aye eternal.”

— Alexis Karpouzos, book BEYOND THE HEAVEN

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1967

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“There’s a land far away mid the stars, Where they know not the sorrows of timeWhere the pure waters wander through valleys of goldA land whose light is never dimmed by shadow,Whose fields are ever vernal,Where nothing beautiful can ever fade,But blooms for aye eternal.”

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“There’s a land far away mid the stars,
Where they know not the sorrows of time
Where the pure waters wander through valleys of gold
A land whose light is never dimmed by shadow,
Whose fields are ever vernal,
Where nothing beautiful can ever fade,
But blooms for aye eternal.”