There is a place where the wolf still howls,
and the icy wind does blow.
And the stars you can see for miles away,
far from the place we know.
There is a place where silence is found,
and you can hear the haunting whipporwill.
And sit for hours counting stars,
while time stands soft and still.
There is a place where rivers flow,
where deer and bears roam free.
Majestic mountains standing tall,
with an air of mystery.
There is a place that calls to me,
A place I long to go.
Where nature is still there to see,
far from the place we know!
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