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11-07-2015, 06:08 AM
Of Arcadia a poet sings
A place where Pan lives
And his followers on wings
Dryads and Nymphs
As if they are mindful
Flowers, trees
Birds and bees
Live, happy and beautiful
How is it possible, how is it true
No evil's there, and that is the clue
A place where Pan lives
And his followers on wings
Dryads and Nymphs
As if they are mindful
Flowers, trees
Birds and bees
Live, happy and beautiful
How is it possible, how is it true
No evil's there, and that is the clue