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Jan 2016
Isolated in a small mountain range
This is my hideout, my saving shore
This is where I grew up way before
Nothing here ever seems to change

Hills and valleys taking their turn
Meadows and creeks filling them out
A wonderful scenery there is no doubt
Laying in grass without concern

A small mountain range
Hidden inside the heart of Germany
A name most have never heard certainly
It's too little to be known, how strange

It's quite pretty here
A place where the air is still pure
Silence and nature, a stressed minds cure
A perfect place to disappear
Everyone has that place where they can go, when life goes stressfull. A familiar place, used as a hideout to escape our common everyday problems.
Flo
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Flo  M/Constantly Roaming
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