Roxanne Dubarry (October 4,1954 / Seattle, Washington)
Oh, how I wish there was a place
Where it was forever Spring.
Where I could walk among stately evergreens
And everything would be peaceful and serene.
I could walk through fields of green grass
And rest beside a quiet little stream.
Oh, now I could breah clean, fresh country air.
Close my eyes and forget my cares.
The hours would drift pleasantly away. Dear Lord,
This meadow is where I would like to stay.
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