in SetMe
March 23rd, 2003
Over the hill and past the stream
Is a place where I like to sit and dream.
The lilacs and roses there are my friends,
I watch them as they sway and bend.
My secret spot is hidden well,
So where it is no one but me can tell.
I like to go there all alone,
After the days work is done.
Yes, over the hill and past the stream,
Is my special place where I sit and dream.
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