Across their gently rolling countryside!
They never thought it ever really plain,
Was there no other way to either side!
Or looking back upon an empty main.
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With nothing on this distant northern border,
Can only see another chosen few.
We know these rainy days are getting shorter!
A hundred thousand colors flowing through.
Falling rivers over river drains,
The sound of people passing by so long!
The blood is flowing through my portal veins,
Then I hear a song and sing along.
Like an ocean where the waters flow,
A drink of water from the river though
Surrounded by my feelings growing stronger!
I guess it only follows me along.
Though not gonna follow you no longer,
Ever carried on this road too long.
I see a lotta people wanna flatter!
But there has never gotten any rougher!
So many could become a very latter,
We ought to know each other one another.
No matter where the days are getting shorter,
Even further from within between!
Another part of life is getting smaller,
Without an easy way of being seen.
Forget the world and feel a little wider,
Nothing else becomes the most entire.
