Isn't it good to be lost in the wood
Isn't it bad so quiet there, in the wood
The winds it blows in tropical heat
The drones they throng on mossy seats
The squeaking door will always creep
Two up, two down we'll never meet
So merrily trip for good my side
Please leave us here
Close our eyes to the octopus ride!
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