Young

Through thin cold air I fell without a care

Sure of my parachute

In deep green woods I wandered unaware

Then stumbled on a route

Upon the ocean when the wind was down

I waited with full rigging

Relentlessly I searched until I found

A heart of gold, and paused, then kept on digging

 

 

 

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