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I'm there
I'm sitting in my room writing a paper
My mind keeps wondering though
Away from topic
Away from myself even
I disappear from my desk
I'm climbing a hill
With green, green grass
And I can't see anything but the sky
Not a cloudless sky because I like clouds
And there's wind in my hair
I'm laughing upwards, chin in the air
Music is surrounding me as I run the last stretch of hill
To the top
And there I am, jumping up and down
Laughing as much as I can without choking
My breath is coming fast
Finally happy even by myself
The music plays on, coming from everywhere
I learn words and sing at the top of my lungs
On the top of the hill
Sitting in front of an unfinished essay
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go cubs!
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