Old Woods

Back again in these woods
A Lot has changed
The snow flakes have seemed to become lighter,
The winds quieter.

My footsteps have been covered like new
I cannot trace my steps back to happiness
The woods are ugly, bright, and open
He must have seen me stopping by
I don't know where to go
This was my happy spot
I must go find a new place,
I must go find a new place.

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