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lynncinnamon
16 hours ago
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Is it a pleasant thing to hear

The music of water? or to view

The sky when no dark clouds appear

To shade its fields of blue?

If we call my native land

Home of the beautiful & grand;

For its glass waves that roll so free

Gleam bright as stars reflected there

And murmur as calm & clear

As the soft smile of Heaven that bears

A sweet serenity.

 
 
 

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