The Hills

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The breeze carries away your worries.
The mountains store them in stories.
The creatures sense your greatest fears.
The ones that human ears
Cannot hear.
The birds sing about your freedom.
The fish chase the monsters out of your kingdom.
The trees whisper of love.
The flowers reach for the stars above.
The clouds block out sadness
And the storms carry away all the madness.
The water cleanses your sin
You'll be forever floating with the wind.
Your innocence remains the same
Until you enter the human game once again.

Music: "Holocene" by Bon Iver

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