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The air
is cool, the air is crisp,
The air is cruel and cold,
Born and raised in Canada,
I’m here until I’m old.
I’d
really love to live someplace,
Where the air is warm and fair,
But leaving my ‘O, Canada’,
Is more than I could bear.
It’s more than just a country,
It’s an attitude and charm,
Where people live in love and peace,
Protected from alarm.
It’s not the perfect place to be,
But it is getting close,
When looking for some solitude,
We really have the most.
A country
with vast wilderness,
A land of civil freedom,
A place of peace; a paradise,
A chilly Garden of Eden.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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