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Hawaiian Pasture | ||
| Rolling hills of verdant green, Stretching downward to the sea! Cattle grazing meadows clean Nod in greeting, glad they're free. They can wander fields so vast, Nibbling forage anywhere. They can feel the breeze go past Like an answer to a prayer. Further down toward the shore They will find no fields of green: Blackened lava is the floor, Rocks that look so dry and mean. | ||
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