Ravenna Woods simple fates

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Dogs – running up and chasing all the little things -
With simple lives, simple plans, simple fates…
They never spoke a word
Unfair treatment, protest or complaints; never tried to get out of their simple fates.
They never spoke a word…
Ooooooo-ooooooo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o
I hear, I see, the Spirit of the North is calling through the woods!
Our homes, our lives, are crumbling down in spite of all we’ve done to save them.
Long term plans – we’ve been dreaming up
Bank accounts, safe investments and big ideas, we’ll forget about
Woo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o
Simple lives…

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