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　　In the Whispers of the Rivers, a Kingdom Lies
　　Amidst the rolling hills and winding streams,
A kingdom lies, where dreams are dreams.
The rivers sing, the mountains stand tall,
In the heart of nature, a realm is born.
　　The sun rises, painting skies with gold,
A tapestry of light, a story untold.
The mountains cradle the land with grace,
Their peaks reach for the heavens, their hearts embrace.
　　The rivers weave through valleys deep and wide,
Carrying tales of ancient times, their whispers glide.
They flow with life, with dreams, with hope,
In their currents, the past and future cope.
　　The forests whisper secrets of old,
Where spirits dance, and shadows hold.
The trees stand tall, their leaves a rustle,
In the embrace of the earth, they are hushed.
　　The skies above, a canvas vast,
Where clouds paint strokes of silver and pastel.
The sun sets, casting shadows long,
In the twilight, the land is bathed in song.
　　The wind sings through the grasses tall,
A symphony of life, a gentle call.
It rustles through the leaves, through the trees,
In the heart of the land, it finds its peace.
　　The lakes reflect the heavens' face,
A mirror clear, a world of grace.
The fish swim in their watery home,
In the depths of the lake, they find their own.
　　The mountains guard the kingdom's gate,
Their peaks like sentinels, their hearts unswayed.
They watch over the land, with silent might,
In the embrace of the earth, they stand their ground.
　　The rivers carve their paths through stone,
Their strength unyielding, their will unbroken.
They carve the land, they shape the earth,
In the rivers' flow, the kingdom's heart is birthed.
　　The fields of green, a sea of life,
Where crops grow tall, where dreams take flight.
The farmers toil with hands of care,
In the fields of the land, they find their share.
　　The cities rise, like stars in night,
A testament to human might, a beacon bright.
The buildings tall, the streets they weave,
In the heart of the kingdom, they find their belief.
　　The people walk, their stories told,
In the streets, in the markets, in the fold.
They laugh, they cry, they love, they fight,
In the land of the rivers, their lives are bright.
　　The skies above, the earth below,
The mountains, rivers, forests, and snow.
A kingdom of dreams, a land of light,
In the heart of nature, a realm is sight.
　　The sun sets, casting shadows long,
In the twilight, the land is bathed in song.
The stars begin to twinkle, one by one,
In the night, the kingdom's heart is known.
　　The rivers flow, the mountains stand,
The forests whisper, the fields are grand.
The cities glow, the people sing,
In the land of the rivers, a kingdom is king.
　　So let us stand, and let us see,
The beauty of the land, the wonder of the sea.
For in the heart of nature, a kingdom lies,
In the whispers of the rivers, a dream is cries.