| A lonesome landscape untouched by the hand of man
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| The Organic Citadel where nature rules as one
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| Pure and invigorating
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| Remedying the eye and soul
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| Precious sanctuary of healing
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| The innards draw nourishment from this Earthly presence
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| The innards draw nourishment from this Earthly presence
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| A lonesome landscape untouched by the hand of man
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| The Organic Citadel where nature rules as one
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| Pure and invigorating
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| Remedying the eye and soul
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| Precious sanctuary of healing
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| Deep into the earth you harvest
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| Searching for precious life blood
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| A mutual instinct shared between distant relatives
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| Untouched roots claw into the virgin soil
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| Synthesized by a solar stare
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| Radiating from the golden gates above
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| The apex of this land
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| The innards draw nourishment from this Earthly presence
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| The innards draw nourishment from this Earthly presence
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| We are from the same world
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| Yet you appear infinitely altered
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| This monument is alien
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| Your appendages mirror the vessels which keep me alive
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| Untouched roots claw into the virgin soil
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| Synthesized by a solar stare
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| Radiating from the golden gates above
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| The apex of this land
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| I witness the stillness and serenity
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| Calm winds communicate the tales of seclusion
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| Cold shivers tracing down my spine
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| Anxiousness racing through sacred soil
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| Stillness from the woodland orchestrates a vast symphony
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| The self-possessed sounds of mother nature’s repertoire
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| The instruments of vegetation gather this grand congregation
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| Melodies interweaving with
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| Chatter spiraling through my skull
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| Leading away from my solitude
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| Reducing my state of awe
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| Another failure to reconnect
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| I witness the stillness and serenity
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| Calm winds communicate the tales of seclusion
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| Cold shivers tracing down my spine, my spine, my spine
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| Cold shivers tracing down
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| My spine |