A Land of Paradise

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There's an island in the distance, a land of paradise,

Where we escape the troubles of our own society,

There's light, darkness, people of a different variety,

It's a land where the outcasts roam free, stand out as who they want to be.


As the pens or keys are touched, magic occurs in the air,

Without a care of our duties, we seek others who want the same,

Sometimes we're direct, but mystery can be a stain,

Sometimes it's rough, yet our residents are fair,

We hope to reach those who feel a need to create, we're gods on this land. 


The truth of the matter is, we choose our destinies,

But what we choose to tell,

Can be judged whether it's true or not well,

We call the land Imagination,

Whatever we want to be, 

The impossible is possible, whether it's for you or for me.



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