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Through the valley, green grass bends and sways. By the cottage, water sings like old home days. A soft breeze…

Through the valley, green grass bends and sways. By the cottage, water sings like old home days. A soft breeze arrives as one looks up to find green hues carpeting the earth. The neighing of horses chases the verdant mist, as if tireless in pursuit.

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