A mountain standing tall
Like an ancient watching giant
In a desert
With burning sand
Stretching under iron-red rocks
A wooden cabin
Worn-out and abandoned
Giving me some cool shade
I visited that piece of land
In my dream
Felt everything
A bit weird indeed
But the weirdest thing is
I wanna go back there
In flesh and blood
As my spirit still wanders
In its rocky mountains
To find the lost piece
Of my heart
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