Sloppy air of the nearby dancing hills,
Remembrance of dusty road, and old ways,
Constantly ripples, vow to show, delighted old days,
With few paddles and cycling along rectified curves,
Blissfully breath cool smileys in each nerves,
The murmuring sound of the hillside waterfall chain,
Sprinkle a wave to sooth tirelessly traveling vein,
Summarily myths of low-lying lazy clouds, burst a bit,
Circute an endless journey, from the passage orbit.
Up, down and murky as modesty drills,
As the hurry winds, friskily caress to pass,
Sounding cheers, drizzled inside a message to grasp,
Remembrance of dusty road, and old ways,
Constantly ripples, vow to show, delighted old days,
With few paddles and cycling along rectified curves,
Blissfully breath cool smileys in each nerves,
The murmuring sound of the hillside waterfall chain,
Sprinkle a wave to sooth tirelessly traveling vein,
Summarily myths of low-lying lazy clouds, burst a bit,
Circute an endless journey, from the passage orbit.
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