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THE MAPLE LAND

The land of fair things,
Where the broad rivers sing
Is the land, where the maple grows.

The land of sunshine,
Where the birds sing sublime
Is the land. where the maple grows.

The land of sweet ties,
Where the high mountains rise
Is the land, where the maple grows.

The land of the free,
Where our true hearts should be
Is the land, where the maple grows.

The land of our childhood,
Where youth roved in wild-wood,
Is the land, where the maple grows.

The land we love best,
Where our life is at rest
Is the land, where the maple grows.

The land of our birth,
Where we treasure the earth
Is the land. where the maple grows.

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