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My south country that we call the Sussex Weald A place of gentle landscapes of softly rolling hills. My south country where I grew up and played as a child Where I learned of nature as I studied life in the wild. They stand in magestic glory between the land and the rolling sea Those magestic hills we call the downs we of the Sussex Weald Yes, I'm a man of the Sussex Weald, of generations long gone bye I'm a man of the South Country And as a south country man I'll die
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Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 6:08 PM UTC
My South Country
My south country that we call the Sussex Weald A place of gentle landscapes of softly rolling hills. My south country where I grew up and played as a child Where I learned of nature as I studied life in the wild. They stand in magestic glory between the land and the rolling sea Those magestic hills we call the downs we of the Sussex Weald Yes, I'm a man of the Sussex Weald, of generations long gone bye I'm a man of the South Country And as a south country man I'll die
joe-cole
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Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 6:08 PM UTC
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