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The land of sighs,
Is full of eyes,
An island in the stream.

And aurora skies,
Bring forth such cries,
One might think ’twere just a dream.

But ’tis no fake guise,
As the name implies,
There’s a world here to redeem.

For there are no goodbyes,
No one here e’er dies,
We just become sunbeams…