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Could've been a swan on a glassy lake. |
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Could've been a gull in a clipper's wake. |
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Could've been a ladybug on a windchime, but she was born a dragonfly. |
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In the sun she warmed her wings and listened to the cicadas sing. "The trees are all bending in one direction because of something..." |
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Cross-pollination by the legs of bees in the spring is a beautiful thing. |
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Oh when the sun goes down, the fireflies come out. |
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In a pond crept a slimy thing that hummed a theme from the |
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Rites of Spring. |
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Pity the mate of |
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Queen Mantis, so content, but so headless. |
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Katydid nothing but shiver and cry, as did the dragonfly. |
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In the shade the gypsies spin |
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Among the cloves, they drop their skin. "...beyond the hedgegrove, over by the willows, deep in the shadows..." |
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Regeneration occurs at a furious speed beneath the white oak tree. |
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Oh when the sun comes up the moon buds fold up. |
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In the sun she warmed her wings and listened to the |
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Rites of Spring |
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Could've been a swan on a glassy lake. |
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Could've been a gull in a clipper's wake. |
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Could've been a ladybug on a windchime, but she was born a dragonfly. |
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In the sun she warmed her wings and listened to the cicadas sing. "...ain't ever seen it, but i have heard it. Sounds like the millstones when they are turning, but every moment getting louder and louder, and then there is silence, and the smell of flowers." |
