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North Wales

North Wales Does it always rain in Wales, or is it about to rain dark sky over hills and dales, a sprinkle of sheep abandon farms and ancient cottages where mad poets find attractive. The Chapel and pub do the same work, saving souls from the dread of living when it is about to rain. I hear a Welsh choir singing a hymn. Near the coast by the sea is a caravan park, a place where non-singers live, think the lead sea is beautiful. the dark song harmonies with the tree landscape and sounds eerily beautiful

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