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Mar 2015
The dry desert calls
We all fall in line
Lost among the footfalls
The mountains are my shrine
As the rocks hold the beat
While nature sings her song
And the sun brings his heat
As the wind pushes me along
Lilliana Lucinda
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Lilliana Lucinda
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