Long journey on a wagon...
Many emerald trees pass by...
Many sapphire sky flies by...
Far from home now...
Trees still green...
Sky still blue...
Facing the distance land...
I look for a lake...
I wander if there are dragons...
The trip ends...
There are no lake fill with dragons...
Only, a lake fill with blue sky...Green trees...
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