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Category: Writing and Poetry
as i walk through the glens of my country
i hear the call of the majestic eagle
her cry of freedome is so good
i hear the wind accross the glen and smell the sweet heather
oh come lassie let us take a walk into the quiet oh my beloved glen
the mountains soar up in the distance and you feel that time has stood still here for centurys
when i see your bonne face it fair lights up my world
and like the bonne hills and glens of the beloved land it makes my love for you spring eternal
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