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I sit secluded
Away from the modern world
The silence of nature
The echo of thoughts
Reflected back to me on the ripples of the water

As I gaze at the horizon
From the peaks of these mountains
I think of the beauty
Of desolate winds

They whisper their silent song
They scream of their sorrow
They tell all their stories
Of which I'll never know

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