The Island of Cyprus

In the seas where sunbeams play,

a jewel lies, where ancient spirits sway.

Cyprus, the isle of myth and lore,

where legends whisper, forevermore.

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Born from the foamy embrace of waves,

a paradise of olive groves it craves.

A land of contrasts, both bold and mild,

where myths of old were once compiled.

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Aphrodite's birthplace, fair and divine,

her beauty praised in every line.

From rock-strewn shores to mountain high,

her essence echoes in the sky.

Beneath the sun's warm golden gleam,

cobbled streets and ruins teem,

with history's tapestry unfurled,

mosaic stories of this ancient world.

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From Larnaca's harbor to Paphos' shore,

temples stand, and ancient hearts to adore.

In every stone and crumbling wall,

whispers of a time that did befall.

The olive trees in a silver haze,

tell tales of countless yesterdays,

witness to love and war's embrace,

an enduring emblem of this place.

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Amidst the vineyards' sweet delight,

where grapes caress the balmy night,

wines are born of passion's art,

a taste of Cyprus to impart.

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As twilight hues embrace the land,

the nightingales in chorus stand,

to serenade the crescent moon,

with melodies of a timeless tune.

In coastal dance and folkloric song,

the spirit of the island is strong,

bound by ties of kinship grand,

the Cypriot heart forever stands.

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Oh, Cyprus, the jewel of the sea,

your mystic charm envelops me,

in every corner, history breathes,

a treasure trove of memories.

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So let us raise a toast on high,

to Cyprus, where dreams touch the sky,

may your beauty and your grace endure,

as timeless as the ocean's lure.