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Leaving Hawaii | ||
| The morning mist rolls o'er the peak But sunshine splashes fields below. The mynahs brown their nectar seek. Plumeria is white as snow. A lonely boat speeds cross the bay As wavelets gently kiss the shore. It is a joy to welcome day And see the sights we've seen before. But paradise is not our home And we our way must homeward wend. We cannot here forever roam; Alas, we've no more time to spend. | ||
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