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The Hill Overlooking the Village (Poem)

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On top of this hill I can see for miles,
over the hills and pass the bushes and trees.
On top of this hill I can sense peace has entered my soul,
while the village that I call home sleeps beneath.
On top of this hill I can hear the birds calling me,
while I sit and ponder what meaning of life is to me.
On top of this hill if you close your eyes you can sense the love enter your heart,
just as you begin to lay your head down on the grass beneath.
On top of this hill the sun sets slowly,
letting you take it all in and making you hold your breath very briefly.

On top of this hill late at night,
the stars come out to play and the moon shines on the rooftops throughout the night.
On top of this hill late at night while everyone sleeps,
the sounds of crickets chirping and the sound of the church bell ringing loudly.
On top of this hill late at night,
I camp out underneath the stars for my bed wishes to keep me from my home under the night sky.

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