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Call of the Woodlands Miles from the land I love onward I roam, Constantly dreaming of returning home. Huge waves that rise and fall can't block my way; I hear the woodlands call, I must obey. To feel the thrill of rain Upon my cold and naked skin, To sense a moan of pain Within the wailing of the wind; To smell the scent of cypress In the fragrance of the breeze, To watch the green leaves quiver As the wind blows through the trees; To plunge into the river And swim safely with the tide, To gasp for breath and shiver When I reach the other side. May you endure forever In your pristine loveliness And mankind harm you never as you bask in God's caress.
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