| Well I went walking in the woods Sunday
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| Dragged my feet through the undergrowth
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| Stumbling upon a bird instead
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| Singing songs sweet of hope and…
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| So I went back there the very next day
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| Found no trace of the sweet song
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| Dragged my feet just the very same way
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| But no melody rang home
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| No birds to sing
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| No bird
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| Waiting there to blessed my roam
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| No melody
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| No melody to save
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| Ringing out with sacred tones
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| No melody
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| No melody to sing
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| No bird to sing
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| Why won’t those birds begin?
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| To sing…
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| Well I went walking in the woods Sunday |