Thick green trees
Align the highways
As we leave our home
And embark on a journey
To a different side
That I have yet to see.
There are no palm trees
but chestnut and oak
There is no clear sky
but dark clouds and smoke.
I take a deep breath
this is all okay.
I'll be back home
I need to enjoy my stay.
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