Coconut palms and gentle breezes,
Beaches washed with golden sand...
Crystal waters dance their ballet
As they softly kiss the land.
Never a word of thirst or famine...
Never a need to fear or hide...
No more wanting... No more lacking...
Every need is satisfied.
No more hunger... No more dying...
No more souls to sacrifice...
Love and kindness ever growing...
Wouldn't that be paradise?
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