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A Walk | ||
| How sweet it is to take a walk Without a place to go. We stroll along and have a talk So long as winds don't blow. The exercise will do us good. The air is fresh and sweet. We'll head into the quiet wood And leave behind the street. Who knows just where the path may lead? Or whom we'll chance to meet? Perhaps we'll find ourselves indeed If we just use our feet. | ||
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