When our time here is done
another day will come
when we'll return
to the fields of home.
We'll talk and sing
and our laughter will ring
as we swim
in its sweet flowing river.
Together once more
on that other shore,
in a place where
we'll never grow old,
my love and I
will walk forever
in fields
of glistening gold.
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