Keep old home

(one) The name of native place is passed by sootiness Otherwise, why to touch my longing Can burst into tears (2) When leisure, the time of attentive survive Recollect the dribs and drabs of native place It is I what know destiny exclusive enjoyment (3) Put the view of native place at memory in No matter had walked along how many famous mountains and great rivers Not as good as the scenery of native place is beautiful (4) The mother stands fast native place, reject to go into town On holidays, native place It is my only place (5) The mother is the chain of mountains of a too high to reach The rise and fall since wind of the four seasons falls, blanched her hair This chain of mountains, I am relied on all one's life and care namely

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