The wonders of my wilderness.

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I walk into a scene.
Where a thousand flowing diamonds can be seen.
Where Apollo shines high.
And seas of birds fly by.

Where the robin plays his flute.
And the trees dressed in their best suit.
The roses in their best perfume.
To amaze this girl with the fresh she can consume.

Oh! I for one, am lucky to be
In my own natural fantasy.





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