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Saee Vispute Poem
The blue waters of sea ,
Are calling us.
The waves ,white as foam,
Are dashing on the shore.
The green leaves of forest ,
Are calling us.
The colourful birds , big and small,
Are chirping on the branches.
The songs of gentle breezes,
Are calling us.
The white soft clouds,
Are moving with the flow.
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