I dwelt for a while in a sea of green
Relaxed in a park in a summer scene
The grasses were blown by a summer breeze
Whispering to me and caressing my knees
The air warm with essences, from the wild flowers
I dwelt in the parkland for hours and hours
And never a thought for the bustle of life
Lying there quietly with my dear wife
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