Under the clouds of the summer sky...
A Breath of freedom in the valley,
Forgotten burdens
Lay deep in hearts' couldrons
Within the colonial stones
Playing like stumped fools
We taste the old brew
With Wishes from birds new
Walks under the green shade
Memories of fun and chatter made
True to the reality
Grateful we are to nature's charity.
A Breath of freedom in the valley,
Forgotten burdens
Lay deep in hearts' couldrons
Within the colonial stones
Playing like stumped fools
We taste the old brew
With Wishes from birds new
Walks under the green shade
Memories of fun and chatter made
True to the reality
Grateful we are to nature's charity.
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