Listening softly in the night, harkening to dreams being dreamt
in evening moods of peace.
Standing over mountains, seeing beauty that's instilled over
all the landscapes being created as I sit and watch from a
vantage point on the edge of a cliff.
Sounding echoes, filling canyons with their voices as they
reverberate my soul.
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