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Afar the madding crowd
Atop the mossy hills so green
Rest my tranquil village so proud
Clad in a sheath of fog so sheen
Where meandering streams flow placidly
The sea green leaves of banyan tree rustling
In tune with gentle breeze blowing
In my ear still timbre its musical clings fervently
Hallowed with cheerful dawns
And soaring skylarkâs twittering songs
Of blooming buds and cooing doves
Tis an enchanting paradise
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