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Sitting on a fallen tree as if it were a chair,
Looking in the distance to see what's over there,
Clouds on the horizon, sun in a deep blue sky,
Dreaming of another day and getting lost in time.
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Cattle in a distant field look inch high from here,
A hot air balloon drifts along with smiling faces clear,
Children play till evening but never feel the chill,
All the signs of life pass by when I sit atop the hill.
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The symbols of modern times mean nothing to me here,
This land has been the same for at least a thousand years,
Days go by so quickly and time waits for no one,
There is so much to see and do before my life is done.
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All too soon the moment has arrived听to leave but not in haste,
Who was it who once said that time enjoyed was not a waste,
The Sunday pm feeling will go with me, but still,
I'll come back here when the mood is rght and sit atop the hill.
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