Peace in the mountain tops
Gazing off into the mountain tops, and the air whistling through the trees,
the birds chirping into the blue sky. I heard the kids playing in the street.
The whipping of cars passing by, and the fruitful scent of daises in the wind.
There is peace in the mountain tops.
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