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The Trail
I was walking down the valley,
finding out the way.
I made a sally,
to the bay.
The bay had pebbles,
and also many graylings.
the waves trebles,
as I went sailing.
Sailing,I hurried down,
and saw many ridges.
I travelled through towns,
and also many bridges.
Above my head fly past swallows,
At them I have a glance.
they sit near water shallows,
and make the trees dance.
