At the Glade I lay alone in the cool grass, eyes closed, The sun slowly melting away my mood; Soothing sounds of water from the stream beside Reached my ears as it trickled lazily by, And poured into the cool, blue pool. My lungs filled fondly with fresh air, And I felt the fair grass sweep against my skin, As birds chirped blithely from their roosts, In the nearby silver-birches.
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