This mill was made of marble
The machine was made out of gold,
And nobody ever got tired,
And nobody ever grew old.
This mill was built in a garden-
No dust or lint could be found.
The air so fresh and so fragrant
With flowers and trees all around...
With flowers and trees all around...
When I woke from this dream about heaven
I wondered if someday there'd be
A mill like that one down below here on earth
For workers like you and me.
- Anonymous
- Anonymous
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