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The Stroll

The door closes behind her
As she walks down the path
Looking for something
She doesn't know what

The morning sun smiles
The river bubbles
The trees whisper
The birds flutter

The spring grass kisses her feet
As she steps off that path
She has stayed to all her life
Not finding something

Each step brings a new sensation
She didn't know was there
She finds new hope
She didn't know was there

But the rain forces her back
Back to her path, back to her door
She doesn't know what
She was looking for

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