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A poem for a very special woman |
There is a country that's called Ecuador It's the world's most lovely land Many the things that it's known for Mountains, Jungles and sunny sand But the greatest thing in Ecuador Is not a beach or mountain high But a woman whose beauty is more Than that of the stars or the sky Johanna--beautiful, brave, and strong I hate the years I spent away So sorrowful, so sad and so long I think of you most every day. Through many countries, and lands I roam When I see Johanna, I will be home. |