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------------To the place where I live--------
In the morning I wake up breathing the fresh clean air
That is so effective in getting rid of any type of despair!
The birds, which I cannot name, are blithely singing,
In this beautiful season that is California spring!
In the afternoon I come to the grassfield
That is such a broad, green, vibrant shield
Against all worry all burden all blue mood!
That I once had despite efforts to feel good
Here I can enjoy the touch of the breeze
In which I can freely crazily breathe!
Above my head is the endless blue sky
Where birds slowly happily fly!
Out there are white clouds floating at their leisure
That I believe for many people must be a treasure!
I cannot imagine how hard it is to return to a place
Where the air quality is such a complete disgrace!
I just hope wherever and whenever I feel low
The memory of this place will inside me flow!
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