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CALLING MOUNTAINS
Mountains are calling me,
Shouting at me.
Asking me to hug tight,
like a Mother to a child.
The fresh air seems to have
some cold breeze
to breathe and lost in it's peace
Trees...
Mountains are calling me,
Shouting at me.
Asking me to hug tight,
like a Mother to a child.
The fresh air seems to have
some cold breeze
to breathe and lost in it's peace
Trees...
