There is a world that’s much like ours,
a world that’s like the one we know;
a land of sun and clouds and showers
a world of joy: a world of woe.
But in that land, we walk together
and in that land we are as one;
as one we face the bitter weather;
as one we feel the summer sun.
If this sad world with sad tomorrows
would but mix and meld and fray
and, fraying, take us far from sorrows
we’d be together: Worlds away.
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