I heard of a place called Never
At the end of a night called Day
Down the trail of Wondering
To a place called Far Away

Softly it beckons, softly
From a time that I call Gone
Into a golden Sunset
To a place that called Beyond

I pause to read a page from
A book I never wrote
And survey the hill of Never
Through a new Kaleidoscope

Then on to the land called Never
At the end of the night called Day
And down the river of No Return
To a place called Far Away

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