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My Village
Every morning,
I see the sun rising…
The sea that is vast,
Touches my land at last…
Each mountain,
So appertain…
The air so pristine,
Refreshing to every libertine…
The scent of the flowers that bloom,
Makes me sloom…
The sky that does never gloom,
With the clouds that seldom loom…
The gardens here so beautiful,
People here so loveful…
Every morning,
I hear the birds tweet…
And I weet, and I weet…
My village is so sweet…
