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In Tuscan fields, where sun-kissed earth meets sky, Olive trees dance, their branches reaching high. Amidst the golden waves of grass they sway, In timeless rhythm, they silently convey.
In Tuscan fields, where dreams and nature blend, The olive trees, a symbol, they transcend. They speak of peace, of love, of life's embrace, In Tuscan fields, they find their sacred space.
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