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On the Bay | ||
| Sailing round the verdant isles Who could stop to count the miles. Beauty shines at every turn. There is much that we can learn. Palms, bromeliads, and birds Are too beautiful for words. Bays in inlets can be found. 'Tis a joy to swim around In the water fresh and cool Like a giant swimming pool. Solitude's within our reach At the end of every beach. | ||
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