What a veiw on top of the hill
You can see for miles
Villages
Rivers
Roads
Just a few things I see
Waterfalls
Are also seen
A mighty slash
Foam and froth build up
As the fallen water joins the river below
Music
Give me the beat boy to frrr my soul Music is life in its purest form May your music ring the tone That brings this wayward traveler homes
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Have an idea Have a plan The wheels in your mind turning and churning Work with your idea Turn it into something fantastic
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