AS WE LEAVE A BEAUTIFUL PLACE
I am riding in my car
driving it myself but i am not alone
the mountains are green this time
rain has not been remiss
the trees along the streets
are having a show of their fruits
i open the window and breathe
such a very fresh air
i know this is a beautiful morning
but how sad, we are leaving.
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