There is a place,
Beyond even the reach of kings,
For which the rich,
Would give their everything,
A distant vale,
Within the shrouds of fate,
Behind high clouds,
Upon destiny's dictates,
Governed not by need,
Nor by just desserts,
But by the random thrusts,
And wit of life's inserts,
Lucky is the one,
Who finds these hallowed halls,
Which eludes even those who followed,
Step by step in all,
Happiness is the name,
Contentment this place,
That most elusive bliss,
Upon only a few its grace.
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