In the thick wood bakers drift,
Amongst the spring summers lift,
God gives us the precious gift,
In happiness in life we live,
Before I lay my eyes to rest,
I thank him in knowning I am blessed,
Relaxed and relieved this anger stressed,
To create and relieve a new respect,
And as the day is dying young,
I give farwell to the mighty sun,
To live a life that has rebegun,
And give into us all is one.
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