I sing of an old land Where the gods have taken shelter underground, I sing of an old land Where the gods have taken shelter underground,

Land of tranquility.... Land of tranquility....

I didn’t how know to put my words with grace. I didn’t how know to put my words with grace.

The land of tales, Which shows us the whales, The land of tales, Which shows us the whales,

This is small poem about those who aren't appreciated by beautiful and talented in many ways it has ... This is small poem about those who aren't appreciated by beautiful and talented ...

In the end, he received enormous happiness as a gift from the Almighty. In the end, he received enormous happiness as a gift from the Almighty.