Morning on a small mountainous island

The early morning in the town;
The sun just came to morning cold,
And forty people up around,
And steeple may be made from gold.
It is a beautiful small city,
And all with sun, there was no rain.
A smiling man who looks so pretty
Was driving tractor so insane.
He speeded it and up, and down
On very narrow stoned road
In very old detached from ground
Small island where was living god...


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