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há 2 semanas
Born on islands kissed by sea, Where turquoise tides ran wild and free, From humble roots in Fiji’s sun, My life’s long journey had begun. In a tin-roofed house where rain would sing, No gold had we, nor treasured thing, Just father’s strength and mother’s care, And dreams too big for poverty’s snare. A boarding boy for seven years, At RKS through hopes and fears, In Londoni’s halls I learned to s
há 2 semanas
Born on islands kissed by sea, Where turquoise tides ran wild and free, From humble roots in Fiji’s sun, My life’s long journey had begun. In a tin-roofed house where rain would sing, No gold had we, nor treasured thing, Just father’s strength and mother’s care, And dreams too big for poverty’s snare. A boarding boy for seven years, At RKS through hopes and fears, In Londoni’s halls I learned to s