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I am building my shack in the depth of the woods, So I'll never be bothered again. They assume that I know all their bads and their goods And I must give advice there and then. Yes, I'm wearing a robe and I walk in the trees With some animals running along. I can heal your disease with some mushrooms and teas, But I can't make you manly and strong. I am one with the nature, but everyone asks For some philter or prettier face. I am tired of silly and pointless tasks, So I moved to a prettier place. Now I finished constructing this dwelling of mine Where I'll hide from the rest of the men. I'm not angry at them, they are perfectly fine, When their mind isn't that of a hen...
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Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 12:20 PM UTC
Seclusion
I am building my shack in the depth of the woods, So I'll never be bothered again. They assume that I know all their bads and their goods And I must give advice there and then. Yes, I'm wearing a robe and I walk in the trees With some animals running along. I can heal your disease with some mushrooms and teas, But I can't make you manly and strong. I am one with the nature, but everyone asks For some philter or prettier face. I am tired of silly and pointless tasks, So I moved to a prettier place. Now I finished constructing this dwelling of mine Where I'll hide from the rest of the men. I'm not angry at them, they are perfectly fine, When their mind isn't that of a hen...
vseslav-kochenov
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Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 12:20 PM UTC
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