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Lagoon | ||
| Ere the bright and silvery moon Rises o'er the broad lagoon Golden beams of sun reflect And a magic mood project, Peeking o'er the mountains high, 'Neath a friendly azure sky. Egrets stretch their neck to see Fish that swarm in from the sea. Waiting in the waving grass For their tasty prey to pass. If our vigor does not fail We will pass them on the trail. | ||
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