Black trees above an opal lake

  a grey cliff with grim silhouette

  And clouds above the cliff opaque

  Rose-hued now with a soft sunset

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  A longed-for place beyond the world,

  A dream of perfect harmony,

  while birds above swerved and swirled

  In gardens of our memory