I woke up early in the morning

When I looked out the view was boring

All I saw was old homes and grey cement

No more green orchards

Now I was tortured

Stuck looking at the rubble

Instead of flowers with bees that bumble

Made me start to feel trouble

No sight of a single green pear

Thinking to myself this is not fair

I miss the vibrant green scene near the river

With water that looks like a shiny sliver

Ohh how I miss my old home

But at least I'm not alone

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