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Through the fields murmuring waters glide,
Forests rustle on the hill side.
Springtime blooms stretch fragrantly,
A paradise on earth to see.

There it lies, the lovely country
Of Bohemia, my homeland,
Bohemia, my home.

(From the song of J. K. Tyl)

 

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