Voices reside where?
Through the trees they do speak now.
Speak to me...Don't harm
Tramp through God's garden.
This great beauty he has made,
but this is endless.
Do fear not of harm,
a mere footprint in the end,
will not hurt me now.
Alone, a venture.
Bring out a good companion.
Let them see this all.
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