From unknown books
come printed discoveries
Enlightenment, recoveries
After the words have been read
from memory
The secrets start assembling
Timber colony
Ageless melodies
Timber colony
Books of memories
Horns blow as we greet
In sight of good company
The forest entertains our thoughts
Fond ones that dream
of richness and splendor
The wood beckons for us to sing
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