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HIGHLANDS
Surrounded by water
Mirrored on the surface so serene
Drifting all alone
In a landscape so green
Past loch and ahead
As far as the eye
Rolling hills and glens
In the land so high
Come Scotland the great
My wee heart's in delight
On my boat in the calm
A bonny sweet sight
Purple heather blows the breeze
A canny scent to pervade
White clouds feel the horizon
And spin to the glade
Small isles like jewels
Clinging close to the shore
Beckon weary strangers
They will stay ever more
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