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Maggie comes to Town.
He had flown across the mountain, because the water’s runnin’ low,
parched lands were increasing day by day.
He travelled to the city where the rivers were in flow,
found them pleasant and decided he might stay.
It was the Georges, where he landed, to have a look around,
found a lake with tall timber at its edge.
Sighing She-oaks spindled branches waving gently in the…
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