Oh, how i wish you could see,
The view from my balcony,
That is amassed with gentle swaying trees,
And the occasional hum of honey bees.
Down the long winding path,
Little children playfully dance,
Practicing their form and stance,
Far from their mothers protective glance.
Young lovers absent-mindedly clasp hands,
Strolling along with their heavy school bags,
Looking out at the great green expanse,...
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