A sound is south, and north is normal,
For east has each, and west may be wealthier.
The wind blows on the horizon of trees,
We now possess some wondrous delight
From the sound of the waves of the sea.
Mighty rivers have flowed in, mighty seas
Bloom with insignificant fish, the wealthiest
Creatures of the sea, as they happen to be full
Of space, and space is the key to normalcy.
Normal weather patterns show at first,
Then astonishing sound is coming of seagulls,
Far too many, far too many seagulls are seen.
We have discovered a land of opportunity,
The island of hope and understanding,
A beautiful living place so cherished by the
People who own it, and we now own it.
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