Oh, the peaceful stream,
burbling through the quiet wood.
The deer stops for drink,
watched and unafraid, yet.
The birds sing their quiet song,
in rhythm to its journey.
And for a moment all is lovely,
in this place, in this quiet.
burbling through the quiet wood.
The deer stops for drink,
watched and unafraid, yet.
The birds sing their quiet song,
in rhythm to its journey.
And for a moment all is lovely,
in this place, in this quiet.
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