The 'peisage', over the hill
seem's like smiling
on this beautieful
sunshiny day.
\Bird's play, into lake,
rabit's & squirrel's,
running from...
barking dog's
\Tree benche's, with leafe's
shaking nicely, &
waiveing instantly,
while thee wind makeing
whisleing sound's
and melodie's.
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