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In the quiet woods π², where shadows play,
Whispers of leaves π dance and sway.
The sun peeks through βοΈ, a golden stream,
Casting dreams in a waking dream.
Birds sing songs of morning light πΆ,
Awakening the world from night.
In this haven, peace is found,
Where nature's symphony does resound.
A gentle breeze, a soft caress π¬οΈ,
Nature's touch, a sweet finesse.
In these woods, my heart does find,
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