Have you noticed the berries
they fall in a pattern,
Like toys for the fairies
it couldn't be better
So you don't step on them
if you take up a pace,
Suppose there are berries
where you go, in that place
But the bark torn off trees
by the rain and the wind,
Cracks under your feet
in a rhythm to win
So you refill your bottle
from a spring on the road,
And while chasing a shuttle
try your life to re-load
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