Back in the green

a true pastoral scene,

an external chapel

a wish in Winter's dream

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Be it meadow, peak or bracken

wherever chance & stuff may happen,

the splendour shall possess & gently caress

you shall be taken abacken

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By the ambrosial leaves & part-time bees

the enchanting beauty, oh so serene,

but when it then gets too much & you've now had enough

just insert sumit like: Fuckin' obscene 

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