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Jun 21. 2026
I’m a place that’s low, with two hills tall, The rain likes to visit, but I don’t mind at all. Rivers might run through me, birds fly over my head What am I, where the land dips down instead?
Jun 21. 2026
I’m a place that’s low, with two hills tall, The rain likes to visit, but I don’t mind at all. Rivers might run through me, birds fly over my head What am I, where the land dips down instead?