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The woods are enchanted,
The woods are alive.
The woods are enchanted.
For this we must strive,
To keep our hollows happy,
And our woodlands happy, too.
This is our purpose,
This we must do.
These hills are enchanted,
These hills are alive.
These hills are in danger,
I hope they survive.
To keep our hollows hapy,
And our woodlands happy too,
This is our purpose,
This we must do.

I feel

vulnerable.