The Mountains

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I long for the mountains

To be higher than the clouds themselves

To be able to look down and see birds soaring

To be so close to the purple sky

That it's like I can touch it

Paint it myself, even

I wanna go

To the mountains

Trek paths that the animals made

To sit beside a conifer tree

And watch

The sky

And the people

So far down

I want to go to the mountains

Somewhere far from these farms and fields

Somewhere high up

And away from this town

Somewhere where

This town,

These people

Can no longer reach me

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