shedding

Somewhere over hill and meadow

Somewhere under field and dale

Somewhere in the misty mountain

Through the blustery raging gale

There’s a place that’s waiting for you

A place enchanted that you’ll find

When you walk through fog and shadow

When your skin you’ve left behind.

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