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There is a path through the trees Where the stream tumbles into the lake The sound of water mingles with the trees And the water mingles with reflections of trees I walk alone under the pale winter sun I alone walk under the pale winter sun / I am a traveler The wind sweeps leaves into the lake The trees sway gently in the wind I am a traveler The path is familiar but I have not known it before The wind makes ripples on the lake I am a traveler I am wandering in a place familiar that I never knew The trees are still swaying / Man made an arch out of the earth Brick by brick, it rose to the level of the trees This is where the old house stood Even though everyone is gone, and the house is gone I must make sure everyone knows, here goes The arch is crumbling into earth again The arch is crumbling back to earth again / I am a traveler Breathe in, eyes closed The path stops short up ahead A pale white film is covering the sun The trees shine softly because it’s winter And the world is new
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Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 5:33 PM UTC
27.1.18
There is a path through the trees Where the stream tumbles into the lake The sound of water mingles with the trees And the water mingles with reflections of trees I walk alone under the pale winter sun I alone walk under the pale winter sun / I am a traveler The wind sweeps leaves into the lake The trees sway gently in the wind I am a traveler The path is familiar but I have not known it before The wind makes ripples on the lake I am a traveler I am wandering in a place familiar that I never knew The trees are still swaying / Man made an arch out of the earth Brick by brick, it rose to the level of the trees This is where the old house stood Even though everyone is gone, and the house is gone I must make sure everyone knows, here goes The arch is crumbling into earth again The arch is crumbling back to earth again / I am a traveler Breathe in, eyes closed The path stops short up ahead A pale white film is covering the sun The trees shine softly because it’s winter And the world is new
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Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 5:33 PM UTC
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