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If heaven is somewhere on earth,
Then I think that I just had seen, through a glimpse, A little part from it, stretching to the sky-blue seas, A place where everything could come into being using your will, And seagulls fly freely between windmills bathed in sun beams, While humans are acting as angels, in a frame that defies the real. For that moment I was undeniably sure, That heaven is really a place on earth, And skies are always open through a clouds-cutted path, A place where a noble scent is the most powerful lure, And everything human becomes heavenly pure. From that moment, above the space and above the time, The whole truth received a meaning for me, That heaven is the main instance of "to be".
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