The Wood of Flowers

I went to the wood of flowers,
(No one was with me)
I was there alone for hours;
I was as happy as could be
In the Wood of Flowers.

There was grass on the ground,
There were buds on the tree,
And the wind had a sound
Of such gaiety,
That I was as happy,
As happy could be,
In the Wood of Flowers.
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