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Weekend 5:
Sunlight dances through the leaves,
Soft winds stir the sighing trees,
Lying in the warm grass,
Feel the sun
upon your face.
Elven songs and endless nights,
Sweet wine and soft relaxing lights,
Time will never touch you,
Here
in this enchanted place....
| You feel there's something calling you |
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| You're wanting to return, |
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| To where the misty mountains rise , |
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| and friendly fires burn, |
| Peace of mind and sanctuary , |
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| by loud water's flow. |
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| Of friends who never left your mind when you |
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| were far away (His first parade!) |
| We treasure every season |
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| And every passing day. |
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