Hunting mushrooms in the woods, a yearly spring pastime
You look and look, for you never know where they are hiding
Find them all, gather them all, for cooking and the joy of the hunt
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Sleep
Sleep Dream May your imagination float on butterfly wings High above the Star filled sky The moon your only light My your dreams be as awe...
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The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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