Walking through the forest
Hand in hand we roamed
The gloomy shadows creeping
Across the dewy grove
We heard the thunder rolling
And suddenly we stopped
Hoping that we’d make it back
To the mossy rock
It started as a mist
Just barely wetting my hair
Then poured down in buckets
Scaring the poor squirrel
We huddled close together
Walked as quickly as we could
Stepping over the roots and rocks
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