Cold stone beneath me
Sun rising against my back
Birdsong in the field and tree
Windmill sails dancing in the breeze
Seeking answers among those who have gone before
I will not rest here too long
My answers lie elsewhere
But I'll leave the chocolate cookie right here
And sit a spell with my memories
I will not rest here too long
My answers lie elsewhere
But I'll leave the chocolate cookie right here
And sit a spell with my memories
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