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In Alabama, where the sun shines bright,
And the air is warm from morning light,
The memories of my youth still gleam,
Like a fading dream.
I remember the smell of sweet magnolias,
And the sound of crickets in the night,
The taste of southern cooking,
And the feel of warm sunshine on my skin.
I recall the sight of cotton fields,
And the taste of fresh peaches in the summer,
The sound of gospel music on Sundays,
And the joy of being with family and friends.
In Alabama, where the past meets the present,
And the future is bright and full of promise,
My memories will always remain,
A cherished part of my soul.