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Mudgee.. welcomed me with open arms
Her farm is a haven of joy
Her forests are a colourful dress
And the hat is the flowers of the meadow
I'm still practicing to walk on it
I will climb its steps, one by one
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Her wine resembles my poetry
She exposes me, she steals my thoughts
She throws me onto the shores of joy
And I'm unaware of the joy
The vineyards wore a bride's veil
But her groom isn't real
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