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4d
The water flows along the creek
The fish swim upstream
I see some horses running
Birds flying
The nature's healing

Are we getting there this time
I'm getting tired of the walking
The time it took me to get here
Seems not to be worth it

I look at the horizon
The sun is only half down
The day is getting darker
I should be going inside

A random cabin in the woods
Inside there's a old guitar
The walls have a song written
Who even lives here
Written by
Fernand Vernon  19/M/Portugal
(19/M/Portugal)   
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