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I am in the Hills

by Bela

I am in the hills, the north hills

in the flower hills, in the wind.

Run in the wind, by the sea, lake

and ocean.  It's high up and windy and I

get out my flute and start playing it

in a low note and then a high note and

my eyes are closed in the windy hills.

I hear birds chirping when they were

flying in the wind, a unicorn running

up and down the hills.  And that is when

I wake up.