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I found a deep hidden valley,

Enclosed by tall, forbidding mountains and dry deserts,

With gently curved rivers through the mountain gorges,

And in the ever so green fields I saw a stud of lonely horses 

A valley with harsh cold snowy winters

And hot, dry summers with thirsty gusts of winds

The morning stars that are like silver petals are a disguise

For the silent blue afternoon cloudless skies

I watched the overflowing rivers,

Where the waters tasted intense but pleasant,

And damp green fields in which rice grew,

The beauty that this place held was all I knew

Spring here is glee,

A host of tulips scattered the meadow,

As the humming bees bolted through the air,

This is a place I wonder where