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I'm lying beneath branches in the shade of a live oak tree.
On the outskirts of New Orleans by the mighty Mississippi.

My mind drifts back to childhood and the stories told.
Of adventures on the river and two boys who were bold.

The sun is shinning brightly and the shade here is fine.
The sounds all around me briskly exercise my mind.

Bright clouds of silver are rolling by across the blue sky above.
I see birds of all descriptions, flying over me in love.

The foliage is very new and it rustles in the wind.
I can almost hear a steamboat coming around the bend.

I now must leave this tranquillity and return to a world of pain.
I'll return again tomorrow to enjoy this serenity again.

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