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The summer sun plays on the ground |
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I feel it in my leaves |
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The sap is rising up my veins |
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There?s pollen on the breeze |
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I saw it all crystal clear |
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I know who brought those children here |
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The badgers tried to keep them warm |
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The foxes gave them milk |
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Woodpeckers tried to hammer a home |
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The spiders spun them silk |
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I saw it all crystal clear |
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I know who brought those children here |
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No path out marked out with round white stones |
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No Guardian Angel to lead them home |
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Find them quick |
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Research before they disappear |
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The bracken folds down into mulch |
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The mushroom sprouts and spore |
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The berries swell and ripe, now burst |
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To carpet my forest floor |
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I saw it all crystal clear |
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I know who brought those children here |
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Lost and lonely, here all is still |
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If you don?t take them, the earth surely will |
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Find them quick |
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Research before they disappear |
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The winter wind howls through my arms |
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My brooks begin to freeze |
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My secrets now lie blanketed |
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Beneath the moldering leaves |
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I saw it all crystal clear |
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I know who left those children here |
