My book is old, my book is new
My book is rolled in morning dew.
My book contains more besides,
As it rests on evening tides.
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Hardly ever do I look into the sky; And wonder how many miles, the Swiss alps are from me, Quite often I do wonder if I Take te...
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It was such a beautiful week this past week that I just had to take some pictures of the beautiful landscape here in the Columbia River Gorg...
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