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Running through the forest

with my hair

down in my eyes.

Bouncing cross

the deadwood trees,

watching for the bees.

Paint my face

with candy red,

howl loud as I please.

Bring those prisoners,

bring them back,

bring them back to me.


what a glorious memory,

the mountains

and the lakes

and the greens

and you and me.