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When life gets you down
And all you can wear is a frown
I wait all year to see my woods
Oh how I love my woods
So I sit on my bench and write
Even if I think with all my might
No one will know how happy I am
It sems like now a days no one gives a damn
But little do you know
Of how much I love it ever so
Its not very big and not very small
But this is the place I love most of all
You can hear church bells ring at exactly three
Its like angels are singing just for me
Just sit still and feel the wind brush you skin softly
As the suns rays shine on you lightly
And when its time to go
My head just screams NO!
So I wait for next year to see my woods again
so untill then I must now say THE END