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Mountain Sound
I heard them calling in the distance,
so I packed my things and ran.
Far away from all the trouble
I had caused with my two hands.

Alone we traveled on
with nothing but a shadow.
We fled, far away.

Sleep until the sun goes down.
Through the woods we ran

deep into the mountain sound.

Some had scars and some had scratches.
It made me wonder about their past.
And as I looked around

I began to notice,

that we were nothing like the rest.