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A very Sunny day on a summer This solitary soul wander A palace of rocks in a river I cross each one as I ponder You have a very fierce assault Rocky (bato) as what your named called That afternoon I reach the summit Sierra Madre mountains unfolds I saw the trail the grassland slope from mapatag plateau as called There is a zen in this solitary As I breathe the air in gold Downhill (Sulong) it was edgy As fast descend approach I end the day, I give you glory A warrior princess behold.
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Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 12:15 PM UTC
Mt. Batolusong
A very Sunny day on a summer This solitary soul wander A palace of rocks in a river I cross each one as I ponder You have a very fierce assault Rocky (bato) as what your named called That afternoon I reach the summit Sierra Madre mountains unfolds I saw the trail the grassland slope from mapatag plateau as called There is a zen in this solitary As I breathe the air in gold Downhill (Sulong) it was edgy As fast descend approach I end the day, I give you glory A warrior princess behold.
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Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 12:15 PM UTC
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