From atop a hill,
way, way up,
I could survey the landscape
stretching out in front of me.
Dark green forest gave way to hills,
and in the background,
a chain of Volcanoes.
I am not in Brooklyn any more!
way, way up,
I could survey the landscape
stretching out in front of me.
Dark green forest gave way to hills,
and in the background,
a chain of Volcanoes.
I am not in Brooklyn any more!
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