take me away

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 Take me where the sun lays down his rays,

where the mountain opens up for me,
where the heavens smile and welcome all.
I yearn for peace
Take me where I can live out my days,
where the endless sky becomes the sea,
where savage summer yields to kind fall.
and for silence
Lead me on the last road 'til the end,
and make this flesh dissolve into stars
that the road may be forever bright.
but not really...


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