Good tidings of a land so charming to you all!
North of misery and south of cry;
East of sorrow and north of lack;
There is a land that none beneath the sky
Has ever seen, and there’s the home of luck!
Oh! A land gleaming of milk and honey
That no has never beheld;
A sweet utopia whose music no ear has heard
And of which no mind has ever dreamt!
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