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Striving for Happiness
We felt the joy of the soft mellow breeze, sighing down the hill,
As we lay sprawled beneath a cedar that grew beside a rill.
Shrubs abounded, meadows covered with splashes of daffodil.
One day we'll be wed there where divine nature displayed goodwill.
Bells tolled from our chapel anticipating us with a thrill.
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Victor Buhagiar
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