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Oh, when will I see the mountains once more?

I want to feel the crisp air on my face.

The day I had to leave them my heart tore.

At my home there is not such a fast pace.

As much as I don't want to leave, I must.

I leave memories and the good ole days,

Yet I will eventually adjust.

Back to the city and buildings I go

If I think hard, I am already back

Though not in body, but all in my mind.

I will finish my duties right on track.

Bounding with knowledge and much more refined

It will all be worth it that lovely day.

Hello, my mountains, I am here to stay.

 

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