Over the white meridian plain
Where the owls settle to eat
Where the penguins warm the bellies
Where the warm waters wash off sandy rock
Where the fishes swim in elegance
And the world of men fade away
There we'll mee
There the soles of our feet will pat t=back the waters
And our world is created
With nature's eyes watching in jealousy
Young are we
Lost we will be till the infinity of time
We'll go down
And pull our eyes up till time surrenders
For its where we meet
And where we'll forever sit
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