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Into the Wild Heart

 

I am going to the mountains 

to jump into a waterfall.

How will I ever make such a journey alone?

The gate of destiny is closing at dusk 

and I'm going somewhere else in this world.

I'm going to the heart of the wild oaken wood,

where the hidden life awaits.

It's a long way from home, 

but I must be on my way.

 

 


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