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I hold this land; deep within my heart. I hold in my hands the soil and the toil, until the end of days; until the end of time. I hold this land; for our children I hold in my hands the future and the past, until the end of days; until the end of time. until the end of days, until the end of time. until the end of days, until the end of time.
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May 5, 2023
May 5, 2023 at 7:44 PM UTC
Until the end of time. A sense of belonging to a landscape and its culture
I hold this land; deep within my heart. I hold in my hands the soil and the toil, until the end of days; until the end of time. I hold this land; for our children I hold in my hands the future and the past, until the end of days; until the end of time. until the end of days, until the end of time. until the end of days, until the end of time.
A sense of belonging to a landscape and its culture
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52/M/Earth
May 5, 2023
May 5, 2023 at 7:44 PM UTC
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