The Whispering Winds of Distant Shores: Echoes of English in the Gentle Waves of Time

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In the golden light of morning’s rise,
Where words dance upon the breeze,
English, like a river, flows and sighs,
Painting dreams with ease.

Among the leaves where secrets lie,
Whispering tales from ages past,
The language of the sky,
Binding hearts steadfast.

Across the seas, its voice is heard,
A melody of diverse tones,
Uniting souls with every word,
In stories carved from stones.

So let us cherish this grand tongue,
A bridge that spans the earth,
In every song that’s sung,
It celebrates our worth.

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