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Let the green wash over you in waves Let the gentle sway of stalks in windcome back to you on sleepless nightsLet the tapping of hammers on woodRhythmically rock worry from your mindLet the sounds of rustling trees and chirpsOf cheerful birds soothe your troubled browLet the stone idols of unknown godsWatch over your closed eyes; rest nowSmell nothing but clean, crisp blades of grassKeeping the rot of the sewers at bayThe tepid waters of your thoughtsEver trickle under the paths you take