Where the Pomegranates Grow
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow
there's a place so quiet and pretty
every chance, I get, I go
It's not often enough, that I can stroll among these trees
with the flavor of this fruit in a cool dry mountain breeze
But when the city gets to crowded
that it begins to over flow
I go outside the city, where the pomegranates grow
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