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| I lose myself when I come here
, By this rippling water, so crystal clear . My place to come to think and dream With the sky so blue with puffs of cream . As the mist kisses the grass a vivid green , A rainbow appears in its glistening sheen . When a fine spray falls upon my face I know this is, indeed, my magic place . For, here, it seems I have it all Setting by this tranquil waterfall. written by Lady Rebel (copyrights) |
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