T'was a woven landscape,
Intertwined with trees,
And a lightly wafting breeze.
Noone could do this landscape bad.
Oh the lovely spirit it had.
It was one of a kind.
T'was a woven landscape,
With azure streams,
Of any person's dreams.
I wanted to keep this landscape,
Beautiful and clean,
But THEY didn't want to.
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