Rondeau

poetry

When eventually there is a time that lasts
A time in which there will be no past
And in this time we will see one another
Where all of us will be united as brothers
When we reach this place unsurpassed

In a time of paradise so eternally vast
There is no pain, it all will have passed
This place we will see, is unlike any other
When eventually there is a time that lasts

When we finally reach this place, alas
Joy will abound, unending it will amass
Long sought embraces will we discover
Into the arms of our fathers and mothers
Where there is no such thing as greener grass
When eventually there is a time that lasts

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