Breathtaking
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Jayne Louise Davies
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Church bells rang,
On Sunday morn,
Not once did I feel sad, forlorn,
For this was always my favourite day,
We'd walk the mountains,
Bright and gay,
And look down on the valley fine,
To take it in,
The view divine,
The sound of the old steam engine heard,
And we would hardly say a word,
But capture that picture,
Fresh in our minds,
Such a pleasant place,
One of a kind,
And in my mind,
I see it now,
That view I can't forget,
I'll hold it in my memories,
It's my best one yet.
Jayne Louise Davies
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