Our green days I would cherish
which weaved on green gardens
Where the green plantations would flourish
And the candle of hope lightens
There we would sit on birdsongs
Casting stares to the lonely sky
Meloding Solomon's song of songs
O the making of a gleeful tie
Why hath the sun ducked behind clouds?
Hiding her once scintillating rays
The walls of Jericho which once prouds
Around sword-wielding arms, foldaways
So long as I could sketch our garden
Our green days I would cherish in golden
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