The similes of joy come from your face,
When I dream of the older happy place
In this place the sun never sets
And there is no reason for us to rest
I love the view from the mountain tops
I see such a beauty that never rots
There is no hate, nor is there war
Because there is nothing to fight for
I wonder why this place is not true
For if it was, our lives a new
I open my eyes, and the similes die
The sun soon sets and rises
To our great demise
The mountains disappear,
Along with the beauty that was once here
The fights and hatred are back again
For lives are ending my dear friend
City of Gold, Castle in the Sky
One day I will learn to fly
Fly to the Castle way up high
Where everyone’s happy and no one cries
Sadness is gone here once and for all
And never shall another tear fall
City of Gold, Castle in the Sky
Down below and way up high
Come back to us, and here our cries
So we can see those smiling eyes
Once
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