High Hills, Low Valleys
Been to all the high hills
Down all the low valleys
Out of a deep wood
Onto soft, rolling paths
Deep through prairie grass
Wide open and free
Where you can see as far as you want to see
Following streams, chasing dreams
On the run, in a rising sun
Or sometimes stumbling in a drifting fog
Looking for a hidden spot
Breathing in life
While I can
Wapatanga Wilds 
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