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In the world that only in dreams exist

Where everything was in perfect place

I see angels blowing their trumphets

And playing their harps

In a sweet tone that serenades my soul

The skies are blue

And surounded by green lushes

I smell the refreshing scent of flowers

That perfumes the cold breeze of December

The fruit bearing trees

And the golden grains in the fields

That are ready to harvest

I've meet happy faces

Full of love and symphaty

No traces of sorrows and pain

No place for hate and anger

I wish I can't go back to sleep again

So could stay here in the place I'm in