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There are too many lights here

Too many faces
No space
I want to be free, out in the open
Away from the clutter
I want to be in the woods,
Among the un-judging trees
I want to be where the air is fresh
And there is only you and me
Where silence is our blanket
And the river our lullaby
The simplicity the gift
And the air our only clothes
Nothing is hidden or needs to be
For we are ourselves
No need to be false
We can be
Real
Alive
Free




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