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The wind doth blow a thousand fold
Over country field and city,
As through the woods I walk
In my solitude the bitter cold shows no pity.

My loyal friend in front of me
My border collie leads the miles,
As Mr Robin sings a tune to us
Above the trees the yellow sun smiles.

I breath the cold country fresh air
As in the field the sheep do graze,
In all of this wondrous beauty
Mother nature tells me it's one of those days.

When grey of sky is a warning
It's time to turn for home,
Cause these old bones need warming
And tis not a month to rome.

But still we have seen the beauty
The creation of mother earth,
We've seen her in all her splendour
In all her amazing magical worth.

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