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Of mountains and trails, I swim through mists
A pure lack of obligation to rescue myself
from uninvited dreams of people for a dreamer
Of mountains and trails, I trek broken paths
A misdirection would be an adventure
from these grey flat walls as my guards
Of mountains and trails, I smell forgotten roots
A reminiscence of a curious child wandering
on the streets of good old uncertainty
Of mountains and trails, I recall the glory
An eagle's view of a traveller's long journey
Towards the sky and the descent back home.
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