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It stands on a hill overlooking the bay drenched in ocean spray That cedar shake house where I used to live high above the Fundy bay A well trodden path leads from its door on to a winding road Flanked by ditches where Morning Glories and Sea Salt roses grow That winding road comes to an end at the shore of ‘Evermore’ A magical place where seagulls soar above the ocean’s roar Lavender walls rise high in the sky through a veil of silver mist Where the ocean shatters and falls in pieces against those lofty cliffs And those footprints I pressed so long ago still lead me to this day To that old house high on a hill overlooking the Fundy Bay It is a place where the land bows down to kiss the misty tide Where rolling waves bring memories of the place my heart resides ~~~
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