In the wооd

Just a wood, a road and moon?
I’m alone in shadow mood.
Just some bird’s cry in the sky
And a star shining so bright.

There’s a hill of silver snow,
That is shining so alone.
Clouds are flying far away
And the bad mood flies away.

The Whole world is dreaming now
Planets give their light to us
Watching our world up there
Opening wonders to us there.


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