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This melancholy Loveliness that one can spy As peaceful drones fly Trees they seem to sigh The fair mountains kiss the sky As cool raindrops cry Apple of the eye Sweetest fruit to see must try Beautiful for aye None but fields are nigh Never far a friend nearby No bond may untie Feastings turned awry Golden showers may not lie That we too shall die Grim reality We so often misapply Yet cannot deny My eyes are not dry For glad tidings why came I To Malaybalay

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