Sweet song
OYA NA TV
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(Verse 1)
🎵In the fading light of the setting sun,
Where the fields stretch wide and the day is done,
I find solace in the whispering breeze,
As it dances through the leaves of ancient trees.
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(Chorus)
🎵Oh, the quietude of this rural scene,
Where the crickets sing and the grass grows green,
The river gently weaves its silver thread,
And the worries of the world seem far away instead.
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(Verse 2)
🎵The farmhouse stands with its weathered walls,
A refuge from life's storms and squalls,
Smoke curls from the chimney, warm and inviting,
As the stars emerge, softly igniting.
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(Chorus)
🎵Oh, the quietude of this rural scene,
Where the crickets sing and the grass grows green,
The river gently weaves its silver thread,
And the worries of the world seem far away instead.
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(Bridge)
🎵The moon rises, a golden crescent in the sky,
Painting the landscape with a gentle sigh,
And the fireflies twinkle, like tiny lanterns aglow,
Guiding me home where the wildflowers grow.
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(Chorus)
🎵Oh, the quietude of this rural scene,
Where the crickets sing and the grass grows green,
The river gently weaves its silver thread,
And the worries of the world seem far away instead.
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(Outro)
🎵So let me linger here, in this tranquil embrace,
Where time slows down and hearts find their place,
On this peaceful evening, under the star-kissed dome,
In the quiet, rural landscape I call home. 🌾🌟🎶