What will I see,
When I turn to a ghost.
Things with no price tag,
Are worth the most.
A night sat under the sky,
No paper could ever buy.
In the mountains from tree to tree.
For fortune, not will I plea.
I'll keep my wealth in me,
In nature I'll ever be.
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 3:57 PM UTC
What will I see,
When I turn to a ghost.
Things with no price tag,
Are worth the most.
A night sat under the sky,
No paper could ever buy.
In the mountains from tree to tree.
For fortune, not will I plea.
I'll keep my wealth in me,
In nature I'll ever be.
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