Poets write of ages,
describing unadulterated felicity
with plenary simplicity,
of summers lasting through the year,
or perfect love that casts out fear,
and wisdom of the sages.
There's no famine, pain or calamity,
man and beast live in amity,
with no shortage of gold,
no one grows old,
skies will always be blue
and every man to his dear will be ever true.
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