The way through the woods. There was once a road through the woods. Before they planted the trains. It is underneath the copies and heat. Under ten animonies. Only the keepers is that buttering proud roads and the badges roll at ease. There was once a road through the woods. It if you enter the woods. Offers some of evening late. When the nighter cools on the truck ring pools. Where the auto whistles has made. They fear not men in the woods. Because they see so few. You will hear the beat of a horsespeed. And the swish offers cut in the tube. Steadily can turn through the misty solitudes. As though they perfectly knew. The oil loss road. Through the woods. But there is no road through the woods.