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Uganda

Hills rise & fall
Now the sky is vast
Trees are green,
All images of the countryside,
Of flowery bouquets

Fair birds sing & sail
From trees on zeniths
If we must listen,
When they engage the world,
Then we need to be silent

When trees look on
And grasses swerve
It’s cos the wind sings!

So this valley is rich,
Her nature, her wealth
One pleasant paradise!

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