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3d
My spirit yearns to
Leave this godforsaken
City for good

To build a couzy chalet
Hidden somewhere
Amidst the alps

And to watch the
Seasons change while
Playing guitar on the porch
With my dogs at my feet

So why does a quiet life
Keeps getting away from me?
Maybe it's just not meant to be...
Peter Gerstenmaier
Written by
Peter Gerstenmaier  31/M/Kharkiv
(31/M/Kharkiv)   
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