In the heavenly countryside, where meadows gently roll, Sun-kissed fields of gol
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In the heavenly countryside, where meadows gently roll, Sun-kissed fields of gold, a haven for the soul. Whispering trees, their leaves a calming shroud, As songbirds serenade beneath a cotton cloud. A babbling brook winds its way through the land, Nature's canvas painted by an unseen hand. In this tranquil haven, time takes a gentle ride, The heavenly countryside, where peace and beauty coincide.
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In the heavenly countryside, where meadows gently roll,
Sun-kissed fields of gold, a haven for the soul.
Whispering trees, their leaves a calming shroud,
As songbirds serenade beneath a cotton cloud.
A babbling brook winds its way through the land,
Nature's canvas painted by an unseen hand.
In this tranquil haven, time takes a gentle ride,
The heavenly countryside, where peace and beauty coincide.
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