Once to that Greenland 
Where the afternoon sings a song
We spent our times, long,
In that beautiful setting there
Amidst pastoral care,
We thought to live 
Like shepherds do,
Being drenched in Nature's hues
Singing country songs
Of finding a home,
In the Greenland 
Filled with mist and dews.

(*Note: upon a painting loosely based as attached, courtesy: Musica Pittura e Dintorni)


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