Mountains
The mountains are my home,
So beautiful and blue.
There is no place I'd rather be,
But I wish you were here with me,
To share this wonderful place.
You will be here soon,
Till then I'll be in the room.
I only want to be here with you,
So I can wait to share it.
I hope you feel the sam way I do.
I need youto hold me,
While watching the sunset,
And staring at the stars a while.
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