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I know of a place, a place called Meridia

Where all the cows go to play Parcheesi.



I know of a place, a place called Meridia

Where Pirate Lords of Lore dock and depart.



I know of a place, a place called Meridia

Where dirty socks and dusty toys escape to from under your king-sized mattress.



I know of a place, a place called Meridia

Where no paradoxical delineation nor gizmos and gadgets can breach.



I know of a place, a place called Meridia

Where streets are unkempt and disheveled in hefty, hulking heaps.



I know of a place, a place called Meridia

Where naught but luminous sounds of harps and chords are heard.



I know of a place, a place called Meridia

Where love is but effulgence always searching out on the horizon.



I know of a place, a place called Meridia

Where bereavement can never be found during the irradiant day.



I know of a place, a place called Meridia

A place that I call home.