At times, I like to think,
That there's a place for me,
A little spot that's hid away,
Beside the hill and sea.
Nestled in a valley,
Beneath the canyon's rim,
Where stars are coming out,
As the natural light begins to dim.
I think I know of such a place,
Not so far away;
I go there in my mind a lot,
Some day, I'd like to stay.
I'll watch the moon, play hide and seek,
Among the dark-filled sky,
And breathe a sigh of sweet content,
Gazing up from where I lie.
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