Walking through the barren trees
Squirrels frisking about
Flowers dancing in the breeze
Cool wind blows
Only the dirt road in front
White cloudy sky
Sweet singing birds
Crunching white snow
Then I hear a beeping sound
I wake up in a bed
In a dark gloomy room
There are no birds, no trees
But,
I look out the window
And I smile
Squirrels frisking about
Flowers dancing in the breeze
Cool wind blows
Only the dirt road in front
White cloudy sky
Sweet singing birds
Crunching white snow
Then I hear a beeping sound
I wake up in a bed
In a dark gloomy room
There are no birds, no trees
But,
I look out the window
And I smile
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