The wavering branches of a tree,
The drifting blades of the Grass within a Glade,
Where the fleeting fawn frolics playfully,
And all knowledge doth go-
Into the Heart of the Woods...
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| Dreams are like the whispers within reality, The wavering branches of a tree, The drifting blades of the Grass within a Glade, Where the fleeting fawn frolics playfully, And all knowledge doth go- Into the Heart of the Woods... |
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