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BROOK IN THE WOODS
I watch the stream. The brook. I take a look.
It flows, goes through the woods.
A feeling so good.
I feel the breeze.
Through the trees, it does blow.
I look up at the sky of blue, coming here is what
I like to go.
Everybody knows, here is where I love to go.
See, they all know, that is where they can find me.
