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Wanderling
Rugged mountains and towering pines
I’ve seen it all, but none of it is mine
Lush meadows and misted lands
Never once touched by human hands
I am a wanderling, I run far and wide
I’ve seen the sky stretch and the eagles cry
I travel the bends of the rivers blue
How beautiful is their icy hue
At the end of the day I decide to rest
I snuggle up into my warm, cozy nest
With a happy sigh I close my book
But in my mind still bubbles the brook
© Evie
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