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Green Hills of O'Ireland

In the wilderness of the greenest hills Where tall black trees Overhang the surroundings One finds the atmosphere Like a person Living on the top of a hill in O'Ireland. The trees' leaves drooping Over each slimy vine Makes the house Look like An antique mansion In the horizon Beyond the green hills Full of colorful trees. One can discover that the environment so calm In its peaceful woodsy breeze Sitting beneath the dark shade Of an enormous tree As you look up into the clear blue sky Full of immense white puffy clouds.

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