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At the Bay | ||
Water ripples in the bay, Moved by every passing breeze. 'Tis a warm and tranquil day! One in which we are at ease. Crow upon the pine so green Hasn't anywhere to hide. He can be so clearly seen Till he's ready for a ride. Then he flies across the bay, Flapping wings to beat the air, Knowing he can find his way, Unencumbered with a care. | ||
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