text here pot o\' gold, northern Ontario anything for a buck for a few great questions
for sale I hear your voice I am beautiful it might be here
she was this tall tilley vacancy you are here
memory mallarme to cower bold new world
heritage

My Canada

... there are no words to be said, save these "my love..."

no acts to be performed, no duties required

past the you and me, and all we dream may be...

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