| Let’s take a walk a sunny day
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| And find those hidden roads
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| Which goes to secret places
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| And to magic nooks
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| Can you hear the whisperings
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| From the trees
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| They’re fortelling memories
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| Creatures you’ve never seen catch
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| The gossip from the sizzling leaves
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| When we walk the alley of the oaks
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| To where those diffuse shadows loom
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| Underneath that mound of stone
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| There lives the beings of your denial
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| Shadows, luring eyes behind trees and
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| Boulders, oh world of wonders
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| Can you see, can you see them
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| They are here closer than you
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| Wanted them to ever come to you
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| But it’s for real not a fairy-tale
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| When we walk the alley of the oaks
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| To where those diffuse shadows loom
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| Was there something behind me?
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| What did move over there?
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| Hear voices and laughter
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| It’s something else here! |