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 No more walks in the wood 
The trees have all been cut down 
And where once they stood 
Not even a wagon rut 
Appears along the path 
Low brush is taking over. 
No more walks in the wood 
This is the aftermath 
Of afternoons in the clover fields 
Where we once made love 
Then wandered home together 
Where the trees arched above 
Where we made our own weather 
When branches were the sky 
Now they are gone for good 
And you, for ill, and I 
Am only a passer-by. 
We and the trees and the way 
Back from the fields of play 
Lasted as long as we could 
No more walks in the wood. 
            
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