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Objective
Description
Moon on the meadow, bugs in our ears
Smoke in our eyes, wet wood and tears
On up the meadow, water somewhere
We were the only ones there.
Wild horses rushing, dry lakes and peaks
Finding the love there, everyone seeks
Hiking to rainbows, sunsets, and stars
Just finding out who we are
We shall return here, one lucky day
Our hearts will guide us, they know the way
People in cities don’t understand
Falling in love with the land
Moon on the meadow, bugs in our ears
Smoke in our eyes, wet wood and tears
On up the meadow, water somewhere
With you my friend, I am there.
