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Swishing on the Trail | ||
| Our steps are swishing on the trail As we go walking through the mist. We trust our vigor will not fail And we shall not by rain be kissed. The leaves to not resent our feet. They welcome company today. The path is like a colored street That beckons us to stroll its way. The leaves are found in every shape! We see some bright and others pale. We duck the vine left by the grape As we go swishing on the trail. | ||
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