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Deep and deep into the woods
I would sink; on and on would
I walk; till I reach the forest hoods!
Shepherd; aah! Be that I could!

Taking the sheep, I would move,
from noise to less; to tranquility.
The welcome note would Coo the Dove;
at the brink of the forest, mighty!

Sheep the grass, juicy would enjoy;
So would I, my moments calm.
Under the bower I would coy;
In mind of-course, a melodious psalm!

At night, my sheep would recline
and I would take, to tree trunk;

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