These Hills

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These hills are my home
no matter where I roam
Though I may walk through cities steep
or in other countries may I sleep
Though I may dip my toes in salty sand
or atop a snowy mountain may I stand
Though seasons change and wars rage
empires fall and children age
These hills are my home
no matter where I roam.





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