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“Woodland (Triolet)

Sunrays are slanting through the trees
While the sweet tiny bluebells sway
In sweet summertime’s blowing breeze
Sunrays are slanting through the trees
While the sweet tiny bluebells sway
In the warmth of the tender day
Sunrays are slanting through the trees
While the sweet tiny bluebells sway

By Marian”