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    I can see those high mountains,
    Virgin, you can't behold a single stain,
    Never, once visited by cad,  villains,
    Great inheritance of heights, it attains.
    I can see the deep valleys,
    Streams surrounded by green alleys,
    Flow all your sorrows faraway,
    And restore you with joy someday.
    I can see the glaring sun,
    Gorgeously walking like the kings' son,
    Yeah, daily rolling its girth,
    To regulate the fate of the earth.
    I can see the sunflower with smiles,
    Beautifully scary, can't you see her?
    She got no sorrows to worry,
    Nor any cause to be told a sorry.
    Shimmering and breathtaking is the rainbow,
    I can see her through the window,
    Her beautiful colours I cherish,
    Neither stingy to the poor nor rich.
    Can't you see those grasses?
    Beautifully clothed with green laces,
    Lush, even at twilight,
    So good to behold a sight.
    I can see the blue sky,
    Birds, eagles soaring high,
    Clouds, sapiens buries their woes,
    And filled with joy from heads to toes.
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  • Oyin Young: Friday, 24 March 2017 at 20:48:00
  • Label(s): Kingsley Godstime
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