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| Of My Dreams Tucked away high on a mountain, a secluded cabin. Cool mornings, breakfast and music sung by the wild. I am happy here. Frosty evenings, flames dancing in the fireplace. A single glass of wine. I am cozy here. Starry nights, the forest is sleeping awaiting the dawn. Warm quilt hugging me. I am content here. |
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