These scampering pathways
Rushing through the wicket
Lining the bed of roses
Brushing past the bushes
Hiding in the thicket
Jumping by the stream
Heading into the green
Cruising under the bridge
Escaping the ridge
Dribbling down the valley
Running through the alley
Trudging up the hermit hills
Twisting round the old well
Twirling past the crooked bend
Will they ever meet again?
Dashing down their own way
If they ever loose their way
Will they call out for each other
To hold hands and stroll together
Towards their journey's end
Will they meet again?
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