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The Enchanted Forest |
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The forest opens up its arms, And welcomes you inside. In here you're free to walk alone, In here you're free to hide. |
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A place away from stress and strain, A place to hide from hurt and pain. A place refreshed by morning rain, A place where you can live again. |
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In the branches of the trees, You're held within its arms. By the sunlight through the leaves, You're bathed within its charms. |
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Held close within this heavenly place, Safe and loved you feel. Of the outside world there is no trace, This world's the one that's real. |
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You make your home of all that's here, Beauty at its best. Music, words and harmony, You leave behind the rest. |
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And here you stay in natures arms, Now happy and serene. Forget the life you lived before, Let go, what might have been. |
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You see, enticed you here, did I, Enchanted, you could say. So I could hold you close within, And in my arms you'd stay. |
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Copyright Dreambeliever 2001 |
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