The Shrine

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By Lunaria

The Shrine There's a land far away It calls to me this day To walk through it's fragrant aisles I feel it's warm winds across the miles Wanting to fall upon my knee By the briny sea And worship at it's shrine This land is so divine Someday I'll make it there Either by land, sea or air And I shall not return All my bridges I will burn I'll build me a little grass hut And live on cola nut I'll make this land my home From which I'll never roam © Lunaria Feb 24, 2007 There is a beautiful picture that goes with this one. We can't show them though. That's okay.

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