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Fresh as the wind
that sweeps down from the clouds
Flowers that seem
to be at home everywhere
This is the place,
the sweet place where you live.
The windows wear white lace
and smile at each visitor
waiting in welcome all shiny and clean;
Gardens all clamor for people's admiring stares
flaunting their flags
in the place where you live.
The forest embraces it all like a mother
hills guard it all around
from every care;
The castle seems happy to stand
and watch over it
steady and strong
in the place where you live.
Birds seem at home there,
enjoying their choruses
Children appear to have sprung from the ground
Swans float with confidence
in silent splendour
The river seems privileged
to flow all around
The day seems reluctant to come to an end
It lingers as long as it can!
Time is its welcome guest,
resting and smiling 'til
refreshed and strengthened it goes on its way
leaving the nightfall to let down its canopy
jeweled with stars over the place
where you live....
(But the loveliest thing about it is you........)
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