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| Where a mountain meets the sea Waves are dashing on the rock. 'Tis a place for folk to flee, Where they can forget the clock. There's a trail to climb the hill, Slippery, shady forest way. Those who don't may get a thrill, Watching monkeys come to play. It is hard to beat the view Of the mountains and the sea. If you've nothing else to do, 'Tis a perfect place to be. | ||
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