This is my valley, the valley I seen the
birds fly with mankind. Were the fresh
air went into your lungs that brought
imagines and beauty in your mind.
This is my valley, the valley were the
green hills rolled together, one each
hill is a tree has a name made by
that golden feather.
This is my valley, the valley were the
water from the crystal pond gave you
no sickness or harm. For this was writing
down by the golden feather it was our
perious writing arm.
This is my valley, the valley were I came
from with my strength and wisdom.
The place I want to go to get peacefull
days and nights, were everyone’s soul
is so very calm.
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