Friday, August 21, 2009

Home, Home on the Range


Home,
Home on the range


Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

How often at night
When the heavens are bright


With the light from the glittering stars
Have I stood there amazed and asked as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours...







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