"Mighty, calm and composed she lies,
Like a sleeping queen of Arabia.
The wind is blowing kindly and soft,
Barring the rise of her waves in wrath.
Besides the sea there lies a sand-dune,
Twinkling in sun and flying in wind.
Stars above are fewer than her grains,
Whiter than the white, she looks so pure.
Besides the hill there lies a garden,
Fresh and beautiful, flowers she bear.
Greenish meadows and cool air always
She a beauty, the Garden of Eden.
Besides the garden there lies a forest,
Without any trees, full of buildings.
Settings of sun made her beautiful,
The golden city, then she is called.
Above the city nearing the clouds,
There lies a heaven, smaller than hell.
An angel and two kids, opens the door
Whenever the bell rings, for a new soul.
It is my house and you are welcome,
Six hundred and three, written outside.
No need to die to reach our heaven,
All are admitted, except the dead."
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