The Grand
Winds blow in the Meadowlands
Flowers bloom as bright,
The sun warms the land;
Oh, that angelic light.
A fox is seen roaming;
Eagles flying high;
A bear is fishing by the creek
A deer is watching by.
The freshness of the morning spring;
The greenery of the trees;
Ah, you can smell the freshness
amongst that morning breeze.
Untouched and full of nature,
A land full of life;
All is natural in that grand land
So pure and so precise
Stuck in the sands of time
(The beauty of life)
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