There is another sky,
Ever calm and not always fair,
And there is another sun that doesnt shine,
Though it be full of life there;
Never mind faded memories , BRAD,
Never mind silent fields -
Here is a vast forest,
Whose leaf is amber yellow;
Here is a brighter garden,
tho darkness is all we see,
Where frost cannot be,
In its unfading amber mums,
I hear the killa bee hum,
come, my brother,
Into MY garden come!
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