And then, we'll laugh and sing to God. And the summers won't be hot, though they'll never end. And the sun will never rise nor set, but lay in the sky shining eternally over a land of dreamers and lovers of life. The tears of mourning will dry up, and in their place will flow rivers of gladness from cups overfloweth with life-giving water. This is life everlasting.
I am so thirsty. God, fill my cup.
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