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Where the Amaranths Grow
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General We will go to the river where amaranths grow
And sit on the banks where sweet nectar flows
And listening, we will hear the whispering wind
A calm gentle place where our dreams begin.
Where the flowers emerge in loveliest grace
And the clouds are eyelets of snow white lace
The pebbles are pearls, like silk in my hand
And silver mist rain refreshes the ground.
The vapors around us are crystal and clear
Like shimmering glass, the waters appear
The sun in the west is descending in red
The rays are like velvet with golden thread.
So come, My Love, let us dream our dreams
Of snow white lace and champagne streams
Where the rain is silver, like diamonds aglow
The river of nectar where the amaranths grow
