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Watching the sun slowly set
between two mountain peaks.

True beauty is what I seek.

Admiring the birds flying low over the sea,
watching them as they too are free.

The strong smell of the ocean
lingers in the air.

The sweet smell of freedom
will always be there.

On this island, I used to roam—
the island I will always call my home.

When I need to seek beauty
in this broken world,
I know where I will go.

I'll follow my heart
back to an island that I know.

Floating in the great blue,
a place called Fogo—
that is where I will go.