A simple little rhyme
to get you through the day
It matters not its meaning
For soon it flies away
watch your words so soft
As they whisper through your mind
Look so deep within
and enjoy all you may find
For walking down the path
The willows branches hang
Listen ever softly
For the times the bell rang
Over the hedges
Accross the tattered street
Quickly quickly, run away
carried by your feet.
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