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Up On the Hills


Up on the hills all is quiet,
Light is the voice of the silence
And my eyes answer the endless song
That dances across the open fields.
It seems that all was meant to be,
I just have to wait and be myself
To feel it all deep in my heart-
But it doesn't stop the tears falling
Or my soul feeling lonely at times-
Yet there is a hope always growing
And a flower of love that blooms inside of me
When the sadness gets too much to bear.



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Up On the Hills