I have come from lands of dread,
Places where joy and love are crimes.
And I come to this place.
Its river is as sweet as milk and honey,
Everyone that lives there is of kindness and warmth.
Even my simplest gesture is seen as the Hope Diamond.
I see nothing but love and joy.
I see that abuse,
Drain of its energy.
But this sweet gift,
Is one that must be preserved
So the next lonely soul can have the same oasis as I.
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