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Wanting to be found
A tree by a river, a dock by its bay
A sunset so vivid, a picture to portray
Snow cascades a mountain
A deer and foe lay low, leaves crumble and fall
as the winds begin to blow
Sprinkles of rain creep silently down, while
stars gaze over a sleepy little town
A night thats too quiet for sudden sound,
all seems shy in waiting,
wanting to be found
