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| Sleeping on a speeding bus Wasn't very hard for us. When we woke in morning fog, Others sleeping like a log, We could verdant mountains see And the palm, banana tree. One swift stream with rocks of pink Offered cattle room to drink. Overhead the flapping wing Of a bird that did not sing. Rain is kissing fields of green And the homes are far between. | ||
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