In these woods, rivers and snow
A million strange faces glow
They charm many with broken smiles
A wander-friend for few more miles
At the road's end you see a hill
Aside from world's fancy thrill
If you've heard floyd you'll know
What's the right place to go!
Enter free and exit fear
That place is far! But seems so near
No words remembered no thoughts collected
In its charm all signs are neglected
All woods have their secrets buried inside
Beyond the skin where reality resides
Exposing itself to the chosen few
And thats the time for life to renew.
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