Joy H. Reagle
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I love my state, my beautiful state
The state where I was born
No wonder I'm proud of it,
It has the soil, my feet first set foot on.
I was born in those beautiful hills.
On those hills I use to play
There we could roam until time to come home
And discover something new each day.
We discovered trails rocks and rills,
The old rail fence at the top of the hill.
There we felt the soft summer breeze
Listened to the birds singing in the trees
I loved those hills, those beautiful hills.
The hills I use to play on
There you could ...