Builder Of Worlds

I build Worlds

Or at least Worlds to me

Amongst the trees and shrubs I build my heart

No one taught me, no one needed to

I just build small worlds with my hands 

Things I've seen, in distant lands

where my heart lies still

I build worlds

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