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Leaves Longings I long for the smells of the country side, The blossoms and flowers so bright. My disappointments I try to hide, 'Till England's shores come into sight. I have made my home abroad you know, In a Forest filled mountain land. Life's pace is now very slow, But the scenery is just grand. I still yearn for the Green Downs, In Kent's Garden filled with Fruits The wooded hills are wearing gowns, Of Autumn coloured suits. Soon will come the time of Snow, The Mountains clean, covered in white, Time for the Austrian Crows, To complain of their hungry plight. I may dream of my home town, Dartford, Lying huddled in the north of Kent. But here I must stay I gave my word, A promise can never be spent. © Bernard Shaw