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Gurgling, lapping, lolling noises, 

The peaceful stream is loud and loquacious,

And lying on my back, face up, 

The sun sits still and sovereign, surrounded by an audience of green

As from deep within the meadow's tendrils it forms, extending from the peripheral, 

A narrow river of sky,

The banks edges blur and shift in the playful gentle breeze,

The warmth which is radiating, 

Infuses the skin on my nose and the earth at my back 

And the cool stream, from which I have drunk

Is calling me lazily, happily back,

And my once hapless heart is full

You did this.

You lead me here

You know all the good paths

And we take them,

To your credit.

Though, somehow, shadow on the lung looms high

Deep in this canyon, carved from stubborn rock

The walls tower by: scrape sky, 

The sliver of sun, has barely begun, to warm the skin as it passes

It can't last.

It cast's now it's shivering shadow.

A sun we once knew, is now taunting you from beyond sight,

The warm memories might kill you, If the fear doesn't fright

Lead me, by hook or by crook, to turn left or right

And I'll fear the less in your love, with you and your might

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And come at last to the feast you have laid out for me,

Before the eyes of all,

Friends and enemies,

The food is flowing fast and free

And there is a place set for me

Eternally,

Your fragrant favour falls 

Glistening golden oil,

You have chosen me

And my cup runneth over.

Your goodness and mercy are relentless in their pursuit of me

I don't believe they will ever give up,

They'll chase me down, 

Those twin hounds

To the wide open gates

Of your mansion.

I flee inside. 

They will never let me leave.

I live here now,

With you,

Forever.