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What is this place,
That calls to me,
How do you know my name,
Why wouldn't you let me pass on by.
Is it in your sunrise,
To watch the morning born,
Is it in your sunsets,
And see your final light.
Could it be the forest air,
To fill my soul anew.
Is it in the sounds you hold,
If I choose to listen.
What I know,
That in the end,
You will not let me go.
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What is this place
What is this place
