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Sernaya was a name given to a town,

That lay between hills and mountains,

Gleaming bright as the sun and sparkling,

As the stars do on a cloudless night,

As I walked through the forest so deep,

The yards seem lifeless and long,

To reach Sernaya a town of hope,

That's what it was called so I heard,

Through the branches and leaves,

The town bloomed bright in the sun,

While the shouts and laughter filled the air,

The Closer I got the happier I felt,

Children playing bouncing ball,

Catching each other was much more fun,

While the parents busy with shops and stalls,

Selling things was their business,

Apples, oranges and apricots ripe,

Chairs, tables and pots to cook,

Gleaming jewels that sparkled the ears,

And colors of bright filled the dresses,

I passed through shops I passes through people,

To busy to notice to busy to look,

Some buying, some selling,

While others sang,

The songs of cheer delight,

The flute whistled and the drums beat,

While the words flowed out of all,

To which two people danced,

Jolly were the days of Harvest time,

Sernaya was old, Sernaya was small,

But the life within was bright and clear,

People rich, people poor,

All lived in this small village,

So if you ever want to go,

Away from problems and sorrow,

Think of Sernaya a town of love,

A Town that rises above else all,

And it will come to you within the flash of your eyes...