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Not far into the forest of nature, Yet far from the noise of the highway, The lake sits silent, and calm, and still, Just as I am, silent, calm, and still, As I rest beside the lake.  
  Fog gathers around the emerald mountain. Climbing in silence. Faint mist lays dew on the fresh leaves. Hollow trees sway; birds lay, resting in their homes away from prey. Swift motion all around.
Tears are wrongly looked upon, As something only sorrow. They show weakness, Or they show anger. But truly, tears are meant for better.   Walk through the woods,  Run and get lost in adventure.
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