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oh how freely the seagulls fly
as the ferries pass the island's side
the peaceful waves ride silently by
to come crashing upon the shore

the mountains rise up from the sea
to tower above the world and me
and the sun does shine most effortlessly
to fulfill the townfolk's lore

the clouds so white on a sky so blue
the beacon light shines on so true
as the people call out to welcome you
to their beloved home

the docks stand waiting in every bay
inviting ships to come and stay
oh this shall be my home someday
and here my heart does roam