There are times when I thought, I should go
Out and see the world, you know
How I like the placid rivers and mountains capped, with snow
Glaciers flowing down the valleys, ever so slow
And silent nights, under the light of the stars that glow
Search for passages, through which the cool winds blow.
And deny the sweat to form, on my brow.
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