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Akash Vipin

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Akash Vipin

Abstract

Dear Woods

Dear Woods

1 min
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Th're hath passed the mist

Inh'rit'd from hills, riv'rs

Did sanctify mine own thoughts

Hath broken apart mine own desp'rations

Thus soul'd me up


Twast the same woods

Which did murmur in mine own cogitations

At each moment... 

Wanteth to liveth rest of mine own life

With the silence of woods


Still passes the mist

Nev'r end'd mine own desire

Madeth me feeleth alive

As mine own lief pant me high-lone

Still, wouldst I remaineth in woods until mine own soul rests


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