No boundaries
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Past the town on a hill,
Is an infinite field,
Where the sun comes and rises.

Our utopia unique,
Where the plantlife grow freely,
And our summers are blissful.

A place free from stress,
Where are our problems come to rest.

Topogropishts tried to map,
But there are no boundaries, we're free,
No borders, just trees.