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I walked through the woods my thoughts far away
I saw not the beauty that around me lay.
I thought of the places and people I knew
I thought of the traffic along the roads all so new

I mused on the buildings so tall and so gray
And glad did I feel they were so far away!
I wandered over hills and into the dales,
Through hamlets so rustic each with its own tales.

As I went on my way it would often seem
It sang to me only the merry small stream
To the great open sea the water was rushing
Many lands and great falls o'er which it would be gushing

Then over the last hill of those I did roam
I came to my heaven the place I call home.