Up
on the hill
I
didn't listen much to music
There
was the clean fresh air
In
the outdoor of my stay
Those
were the years
Nature
seemed good to the eyes
The
mind filled with peace
No
rush hour on the hill
My
music taste got stuck
In
the time of my years
As
the years dawned on me
My
choice of songs and music never changed
Up
on the hill
The
many colours of races came
The
culture and point of view
The
sharing point memories stayed
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