SIKKIM

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SIKKIM


The air a comfortable chill
The land a pleasant green
The sounds echoing with a trill
The sights never before seen

The roads a gradual decline
The architecture, it's just so fine
The hills each a pattern of its own
The place, from paradise, it's a loan

The river with its own notes and chords
The birds now taking the lead
The harmony, oh kings and lords
Steady and majestic like a steed

The rocks having their own story to tell
The orchids have cast a spell
The wind a tad bit calmer
The clouds, they have never felt closer



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