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There is a place Near the sea Where mountains grow And forests are green Where endless medows Clear rivers And sounds Yes the sound of home The smells Of the oncoming rain Clear blue skies Horizons and nights In the land where grass grows tall And the people are so warm No there is nothing, so sincere When a friend runs over  And He knows that He is near Yeah, yeah, this little town has known its pain But it always stays the same Children are playing, mothers crying Fathers laughing all the same, yeah