We climb up, up, up, to see the sun.
When you can't climb mountains,
Climb houses,
Or trees,
For when the birds start to chirp,
And the darkness of night grows to a blue,
Something beautiful is about to happen.
And it's calling for you.
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Author:
mountainman999 (
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- Category: Nature
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