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I'm running through wheat fields
the wind is blowing north
I stop and listen to the birds
whistle their melodies
It is music to my ears.
I do not want to leave this town,
nature and its livings have been
a good company for my loneliness.
I've never felt more at home
than ever here.
In this so welcoming place
all my worries go away
as if they have never been worries
but excuses to live.
Enjoying life, is my main mission now