-=Where No One Follows=-
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Swiftly the breeze comes
Sweeping by this cabin
Creeking every board
Through the pass of Remonsai does it come
Through the montains of Anoira
Surrounded by this my cabin sits
A stream flows year round
From those mighty montains
Tall grass grows from that stream
In the center of this valley
The stream forks to two
In the center of this fork
Stands a tree of Gold
For the sun ever shines upon it
The cabin is located there
Under the tall tree's limbs
It's a humble cabin
A small hearth and bed does it hold
No one lives there
No one can
It's a place I created
A place I can run to
In my mind
You can go there if want
Use my cabin if you will
Close your eyes
Think upon the words I have writtin
Can you see the montains?
Can you feel the breeze?
Go inside my humble home
Who do you see inside?
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