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What better way to spend a Saturday in October than to sneak off into the forest? There is a golden carpet there, laid out for you to step on to. To let your feet follow its wide and narrow paths, twirling in between birch and spruce, leading you through fluttering leaves and crooked branches, by funny looking shrooms and singing brooks. To enjoy the fresh and crisp autumn air and icy cold water. And perhaps take a good friend or two along with you. ^^ Roads go ever ever on, Over rock and under tree, By caves where never sun has shone, By streams that never find the sea; Over snow by winter sown, And through the merry flowers of June, Over grass and over stone, And under mountains in the moon. 
Roads go ever ever on Under cloud and under star, Yet feet that wandering have gone Turn at last to home afar. Eyes that fire and sword have seen And horror in the halls of stone Look at last on meadows green And trees and hills they long have known. 
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