The love of the my Country Road

May 3, 2009
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Green rolling oases
Wildflower fencing
Trees, giants would be proud of
Roaming fields of grown health
Where you may shout your food
If you please to sit with the sun
Before both of you retire
Breathe wind that seems, as it’s your first breath
And when morning comes
It won’t blind you for you, you have trees
Even if the road is long, twist an lots of turns
Well that’s my country road to home

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