We swim in the fountain spring,
Hear the harmonious choir sing,
His radiant face ne'er grows dim,
In the fountain spring, we swim.

We ascend to a mountain peak,
With his rod and his sheep,
Gravity seems to suspend,
To a mountain peak, we ascend.

We leap into a tall haystack,
Freefall and don't look back,
Sit among tares and wheat,
Into a haystack, we leap.

 

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