Not one can I remember
For all have different stories
And even if the soothsayer may
Not one can convince me yet
To luggage my goods
And travel the routes
If I have anything to say
I would go to nature
Telling her my hopes and aspirations
As I watch her reveal her secrets
Of goodwill and understanding
Resting in the beautiful days ahead
I will forever remain faithful
Learning her rules
Cleaning the dirt
And forever been with her
Yet the days ahead

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