Am born in the highlands
Breezes cold ,evenings warm with
candle light and
darkened sights.
Everyone has a tale,
from the mountains my story can be heard.
Am born in the highlands
Breezes cold ,evenings warm with
candle light and
darkened sights.
Everyone has a tale,
from the mountains my story can be heard.
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